Sniffle, Sniffle

Posted on December 1, 2021 by purplepeninportland 
Written for:  Poetic Bloomings2, Prompt #362
Baby, It's Cold Outside.  

"Write a cold poem."


I hope I don't catch a cold,
and panic it's much worse than that.
As virus mutations grow bold,
I hope I don't catch a cold.
Seems like they have no strong hold
on what formula will combat.
I hope I don't catch a cold,
and panic it's much worse than that.

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About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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