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,


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

  2. aqilaqamar Says:

    Who is the captain?

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

  4. 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!

  5. mpmckibbon Says:

    I hope the roiling stops soon. Blessings.

  6. simonfalk28 Says:

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

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