Rolling, reeling, retching
Around the heat
Cold arms
Hot feet
Recoiling, peeling, horrible feeling
Rolling retching reeling
Mouth furry
Head blurry
Teeth seem out of reach
Stuck with dried lips
Dry on dry
Trying to suck something by
Hydrate
Get the water down
Reeling, retching and rolling around
One feels it rising from deep inside
One begs and pleads for it to hide
But no. it’s coming
You continue to ride
This is a ride you want to get off
Any stop, any port, station or pot
Oh to get rid of the wave
Would be bliss
But, there is no sign of this.
Retching, rolling, reeling
Oh what a horrible feeling
Staring at the loo or the ceiling…
It drags on and on
Soon it will be gone
Retching rolling and reeling.
The End
Samantha Harris on vomiting recently with nova virus
Hey,
Paperback edition of my debut poetry collection is going to be published soon.
As posts get lost in stampede on wordpress, I am preparing my email list to inform my readers about important updated related to my book(s).
I don’t plan to do hard-core email marketing and spam your mailbox and will only be emailing you about availability and promotions that would be 3 to 4 times a year, max. Promise!
Would you like me to add your e-mail address please?
Thank you 🙂
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Hi, thanks – feel free to send the odd promotional item, as long as you don’t spam me to death it’s all good.
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I won’t dont worry. 🙂 you can give your email address here or through contact form
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Best wishes for a speedy recovery. You demonstrate very clearly how the artist suffers for her art.
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That sounds awful, Samantha. I hope that you feel better soon!
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