Written 6 w ago

Ineffectual,
I lie in my sickbed
with cats.

Short walks in the sun...

Short walks in the sun--
these glimmers of joy
will have to do.

Sorta Kinda Tanka

Bleary and dull,

moving through life half asleep.

And yet, there are cats

and the sound of rain on a roof

and the smell of fresh apples.

From 3 Years Ago

It feels like
slogging through muddy swamps
wondering if they're quicksand.

Written This Day Last Year

Tired of slogging ,
like I live underwater--
not like a Bond villain,
like an extra walking the bottom
of a polluted bay.

#CFS #ME #SEID

CFS Senryu

Beyond exhausted.
Coffee hasn't helped a bit.
Damn, damn, damn.

#SpoonieSenryu

Slogging for days
with a brain of overcooked oats,
wishing it was fresh coffee.

Micropoem

I typed up notes.

I went somewhere.

I'm trying to be productive!

Worrying

Worrying:
my mind is a sheep;
my thoughts are wolves.

Retweets

An online friend & fellow Haiku writer found my Twitter account today and retweeted a couple of my Haiku.  Shashi, you might never know how happy that made me.  It's always neat to have what you write appreciated by someone whose work you admire.

And just in case you're curious, here're my tweets!

Feb 6: 

I slog through another day of quicksand. How many more? #CFS #spoonie

Feb 6: 

I'm sickly, People. And "Hot Tub Time Machine 2" won't help me forget. #CFS #Whygodwhy #sicklyhaiku

8/11/14

At least when I cough,
I don't feel lonely. I guess
I miss lots of phlegm.

Crapola!

Crapola!  Woke up 
exhausted.  No amount of 
coffee can fix it.  

#CFSME

Exhaustion floods me.
Wave after wave of illness;
treading equals life.

Slow today...

Slow today.  Thinking,
moving, understanding: a
hurdle, a struggle.

I am out of joint...

I am out of joint,
angry with my body,
my enemy.