You needn’t worry that I will importune you.
Words explode and swirl upon the page.
It’s more likely that I’ll say blankly “Who?”
Since I enlarge upon a fascinating stage.
Approaching two years since I was taken sick,
on oxygen I wrote a poem of farewell.
Career ending injury: nature can be such a dick.
Breathing is important. Absent it is hell.
I am still healing. I hope that I can ski.
I am lucky that my fatigue is relatively mild.
My oxygen can go 9000 feet up where I’ll see
muscle dysfunction truly makes me wild.
Friends and family gather close and gather far
I feel blessed beneath a lucky star.
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Sonnet #2 for the Ragtag Daily Prompt: sonnet.
KO Rural Mad As Hell Blog 
10 syllables to a line. ;-) There’s no law, but that is the rule. It’s an amazing tool for mastering language. That said, this is really a powerful poem and I like it very much.
Yeah, I cheated on a few lines. BUT we are allowed to cheat. Shakespeare did too.
Yep. It’s all good as far as I’m concerned. Once an English teacher… etc. ad nauseam
Thank you, teacher!
Naw, it’s obnoxious. I hate it when the English teacher comes out. Even when I was actively teaching English, I tried to keep it under control a bit.
Well, I still fall into doctor science mode, very easily.
❤️
Many thanks.