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:
    October 24, 2013 at 6:41 pm

    …or do nothing, as in, wu wei

    Reply
  3. paulessick Says:
    October 24, 2013 at 7:49 pm

    Reblogged this on My Blog snuppy.

    Reply
  4. Malctg - The Foureyed Poet. Says:
    October 25, 2013 at 3:45 am

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

    Reply
  5. words4jp Says:
    October 25, 2013 at 7:10 am

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

    Reply
  6. Chess Says:
    October 25, 2013 at 1:40 pm

    Great poem!

    Reply
  7. dancingpalmtrees Says:
    October 26, 2013 at 6:20 am

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

    Reply

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