Last week I was in the pink,
Today I am coming down with something.
Last week, I was right as rain,
Today, I am under the weather.
Last week I was as fit as a fiddle,
Today I am as pale as a ghost.
Last week I was the picture of health,
Today I am at death’s door.
Last week I was alive and kicking,
Today I am running a fever.
Last week I was on top of the world,
Today I have one foot in the grave.
This week I took a turn for the worse,
Next week, I hope I am over the worst.
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I love your idiom poem. I’d love to show this to my students as a model poem. Would you be interested in joining a National Poetry Month project #imagepoems? I want to write a poem a day to images I take. This is open-ended, not as structured as Slice of Life, and rather in the brainstorming stage right now.
I’ve done NaPoWriMo in the classroom, so I might be interested. Let me know more once you are ready.
What a fun way to poke at your cold. I hope it lifted your spirits as it did mine!
I’m right there with you as my cold has moved from the chest to the head. I hope to blow it away, soon! Loved the seesaw of your poem with the idioms!
This poem fits me to a T. 🙂 I’ve just gotten over a nasty bug. I hope to get back to writing soon. 🙂
Here’s hoping you are soon over the worst. Take care. Feel better soon. Love the poem.
May you be back in the pink before the ink is dry!
I too, like the seesaw effect of this week versus last week, and the way in which you made the idioms work for you. Great!
I have never heard an impending illness sound so poetic. I loved it. I hope everything comes up roses soon.