Shawn L. Bird

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poem- bubbles October 24, 2013

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 6:36 pm
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You’re simmering

on a low boil,

bubbles sitting on the

bottom of the pan,

popping to the surface

in occasional bursts

of aggravation.

I don’t know

whether to turn

up the heat,

or turn you off.

 

15 Responses to “poem- bubbles”

  1. jamborobyn Says:

    …or do nothing, as in, wu wei

  2. paulessick Says:

    Reblogged this on My Blog snuppy.

  3. Hi Shawn. Hope you are well. Thank you for liking ‘ Across Country!’ Best Wishes, The Foureyed Poet.

  4. words4jp Says:

    wonderful metaphor – i honestly am getting tired of boiling water!

  5. Chess Says:

    Great poem!

  6. I vote for turn them off. Gotta keep the devil way down in the hole as the Blind Boys of Alabama sang.


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