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Swan song
the swan all alone
growing so sickly it dreams
of dead tunes
Poems on the topic: illness
Poems on the topic “illness” on Poets.by.
Recovery
mending from seizure
her head
disheveled in the wind
Convalescent
out in the garden
I cannot help the bug
in my stomach
Anorexic
I am preparing a fat lie
about myself
making me better
than all my fear of fat
I gain and so
a little off
who is ill
Delirium
gone so soon I see him ill still
in that delirium
his talk like fine lace
his discourse on Peak Oil and empire
making all imaginable
as an old man’s hair
dark and light took him
by appointment
and he answered saying
that he was not his weaknesses
Invalid
in the morning of my disease
I itch and pimple
sickness came for me in a pair
of plain white gloves
Caregiver
her mind going is no trouble to her
which troubles me
and puts me to looking
over accounts
Escapist
I found a garden in my mind,
and good company.
I stayed there
till I was ill and vomited,
and in the morning got cold
and had pain in pissing.
Into winter
My vision is going. I hear
a devilish tongue—
cold as a tumor,
vinegar boiled till thick.
I put on my coat
and do not put it off again till spring.
Self-exile
I went among others
to be mended. But
their beautiful company
showed me an old bag—
my ill condition. Nobody
could make me desire to be.
I do not know
the trick of trust.
The dying ocean
A most pleasant ark
is the sea, which
did not seem ill,
there or here, but
like a king that knew
nothing of the world.
Plea
Ill
in pain: im-
patient.
All
night and
all this day in
great pain.
Off
me.
My mouth dare
not speak
my consent.
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