Let Up Bug!

I throb,
belly a swill of green –
never smoked…

There is good air & trees,
and warming chards

Breathe out…and spit..

Only champagne cup
would wet and waken

Let up bug!

(Friday is Magnetic Poetry day for me.  Coincidentally, I have been fighting a bacterial infection, so the words are fitting.)


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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

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