The flu and creativity
they simply do not gel.
It’s hard to be creative
when you frankly feel unwell.
You’re hot and cold and sweaty.
Your brain is full of mud.
You try and try for good ideas,
but every one’s a dud.
You want to sleep but you can not
despite so many pills
One for head, for chest, for nose
yet none can cure your ills.
You know you have so much to do
but you must lie in bed.
You want to be creative but
you’re dull as dirt instead.
by Monique McDonell
7/31/2012 09:27:42 am
Oh, Monique, I love this! The writing of the poem contradicts its message though. You are super creative even when you’re sick!
7/31/2012 02:13:29 pm
Thanks Elaine…sadly I feel anything but creative.
7/31/2012 09:24:52 pm
Yups, its so realistic.You really hit the nail on the head.
10/1/2013 10:23:14 am
First time reading this blog, just wanted to say hi.