Shawn L. Bird

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poem- roiling April 4, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:27 am
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My stomach is a stormy ocean

and I am an ocean liner,

furniture sliding left and right,

uncomfortably.

Captain stands firmly at the helm,

looking forward,

aiming for calm,

hoping the ship

does not betray his confidence.

 

13 Responses to “poem- roiling”

  1. dancingpalmtrees Says:
    April 4, 2017 at 10:28 am

    Peppermint tea. Rest. Plain foods. Please feel better and Get Well Soon.

    Reply
  2. aqilaqamar Says:
    April 4, 2017 at 2:38 pm

    Who is the captain?

    Reply
  3. righteousbruin9 Says:
    April 4, 2017 at 10:13 pm

    “I’d walk a mile, for a callomel”- Groucho Marx

    Reply
  4. nombre de la pluma Says:
    April 5, 2017 at 10:23 am

    bleah. nice poem, well conveyed feelings. I’m a bit queasy over the moiling of life, and probably my stomach now too, in sympathetic vibrations. If I’m sick, I’m not generally inspired to write poetry. well done. I hope you feel better soon!

    Reply
  5. mpmckibbon Says:
    April 9, 2017 at 12:49 am

    I hope the roiling stops soon. Blessings.

    Reply
  6. simonfalk28 Says:
    April 11, 2017 at 11:29 pm

    LOL. I know that feeling, Shawn. Thanks for sharing 🙂

    Reply

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