Nothing seems to touch the explosive sneezing and coughing but I’m sure I’ll live. Meanwhile NaPowriMo suggested using a color and writing a poem about it. My brain’s pretty pitiful at the moment so I’ll offer these lines just to keep the month going.

Many colored world yet so much grey
brown-grey, blue-grey,
some in the peach-tinged clouds
the dust blends all the colors away
the sun fades it all away
til all is grey. some shade of grey.
Some shade of grey
wrapped up in a black ribbon.
Shrugging this off like a morning fog
the glistening wet roads
the colorless room before sun
brings warming tints to the world.
truth: that grey supports all that color
and shows it new each day.

I’m blaming the Dayquil but NaPoWriMo suggested googling the first three words of a proverb and looking at the results as a starting point. Don’t get tangled up in your tongue!

If wishes were horses,
were fishes, were beggars, were riders
if beggars had fishes had horses had wishes
the riders of fishes and beggars of wishes
of cider of riches the wishes of fishes are
not all of riders and beggars and horses
if riders had fishes and horses had kisses
the wishes of beggars would
sleep through the night.