Quiet, Please

5 Apr

Today’s post is written in a whisper because the poor Hub is having the migraine of his life. He is feeling miserable and there’s nothing we can do to help.  He has some medication for it but it clashes with his anti-inflammatories so his joints will flare up.  He says it’s a more bearable pain than the migraine.  On the bright side, he gave me material for today’s poem.  He’ll be so pleased.  I know I am, because I have been struggling with this one.  I read today that ‘Love is a kind of military service’ and for the Hub that’s kind of true: he answers to a commander who makes him do stuff he doesn’t want to do; is paid very little for the privilege; and is expected to sacrifice himself if necessary for the good of the unit.  That’s what he’s done here; isn’t he good?

Spud is also unwell today, full of a cold and feeling miserable.  This is a sick house, as my friends often tell me.

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Yesterday’s prompt was ‘inside out’.

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Recidivist 

Brain beating my skull,

begging once more for release. 

Migraines: no parole.

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And here’s one I wrote a while ago that I think fits the bill:

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Skin

I need the skin I’m in:
skin keeps intestines in.
Without a doubt
they’d all fall out
and I’d be nowt
without what’s deep within.

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18 Responses to “Quiet, Please”

  1. vivienne blake April 5, 2010 at 12:46 #

    Bang on target, as usual!
    Sorry your husband is poorly.

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    • tillybud April 5, 2010 at 12:48 #

      Thanks Viv. He’s used to it, I’m afraid.

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  2. ClaireHM April 5, 2010 at 13:19 #

    “Skin” raises a smile 🙂

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    • tillybud April 5, 2010 at 16:39 #

      Thank you 🙂

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  3. Dan Rako April 5, 2010 at 13:41 #

    “I need the skin I’m in:”

    I like this line. Great internal rhyme.

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    • tillybud April 5, 2010 at 16:37 #

      Thanks. And thanks for your visit.

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  4. Lori April 5, 2010 at 13:55 #

    From someone who has both migraines, you nailed it.

    Love the second one as well. Short and deep.

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    • tillybud April 5, 2010 at 16:36 #

      Thank you, and for stopping by.

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  5. slpmartin April 5, 2010 at 15:04 #

    I can’t imagine having migraines..but from what I’ve gathered from folks who have them…you’ve captured the feeling a just a feel lines.

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    • tillybud April 6, 2010 at 09:38 #

      They are HORRIBLE. I hope you never find out for yourself.

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  6. derrick2 April 5, 2010 at 15:39 #

    Two super poems here; one fun, one not so for your poor husband!

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    • tillybud April 6, 2010 at 09:38 #

      Thank you, Derrick.

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  7. angie April 5, 2010 at 16:34 #

    wonderful — both poems!

    (and I love the idea in your intro: written in a whisper.
    there’s a poem in there somewhere…)

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    • tillybud April 5, 2010 at 16:39 #

      Thanks Angie.

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  8. Doug April 5, 2010 at 16:35 #

    I think Recidivist is a real winner. Thoughtful and striking economy.

    Regards,
    Doug

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    • tillybud April 6, 2010 at 09:38 #

      Thank you; I appreciate that.

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  9. wordsbypsayers April 5, 2010 at 21:05 #

    Tillybud,
    Love the “skin” part myself.
    Pamela

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    • tillybud April 6, 2010 at 09:39 #

      Thanks 🙂

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