Surrender
By John R. Greenwood
No fight remains
Flag of white up high
Sickness overcomes
An unarmed man
A week-long battle
Throat-devil won
J.R.G.12.3.10
Quiet
By John R. Greenwood
Background tick of a nightstand clock
barely heard in silence roar
Body-aches seem louder now
when given preference above the sound
Creaks and groans deep within the home
mimic stomach growls and snapping bones
I must decide if music comes
or does this silence
serve the same?
J.R.G.12.3.2010
Awaken Shaken
By John R. Greenwood
Swallowing hard, pains like a pine-branch
caught halfway down
Sweaty shivers and throbbing temples bring back
memories of school days missed long ago
Peeled back blankets reveal hesitant bodies and
wobbly legs whimpering to return
Ice filled ginger-ale glass soothes a
crusty fire-coated throat
Returning to bed I curl up and burrow deep like a
winter-ready black bear
J.R.G.11.7.10