poem- roiling

poem- roiling April 4, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:27 am
Tags: metaphor, nausea, poem, poetry, sick

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.

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13 Responses to “poem- roiling”

dancingpalmtrees Says:
April 4, 2017 at 10:28 am
Peppermint tea. Rest. Plain foods. Please feel better and Get Well Soon.

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- Shawn L. Bird Says:
  April 4, 2017 at 10:45 am
  I would like to be at home in bed, rather than putting on a brave face and soldiering through!
  
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aqilaqamar Says:
April 4, 2017 at 2:38 pm
Who is the captain?

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- Shawn L. Bird Says:
  April 4, 2017 at 3:28 pm
  lol Control over the urge to vomit, I think. Very symbolic. 😉
  
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  - aqilaqamar Says:
    April 10, 2017 at 10:48 pm
    Good one 😀 I like it already
  - Shawn L. Bird Says:
    April 11, 2017 at 10:28 am
    Thanks.
righteousbruin9 Says:
April 4, 2017 at 10:13 pm
“I’d walk a mile, for a callomel”- Groucho Marx

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- Shawn L. Bird Says:
  April 5, 2017 at 8:17 pm
  🙂 I’m not walking anywhere at the moment.
  
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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!

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- Shawn L. Bird Says:
  April 5, 2017 at 8:15 pm
  Thanks. I took a sick day today and slept, but not feeling much better yet. I hope tomorrow is better! How your moiling eases!
  
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mpmckibbon Says:
April 9, 2017 at 12:49 am
I hope the roiling stops soon. Blessings.

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- Shawn L. Bird Says:
  April 9, 2017 at 1:11 am
  Yes, all is well now.
  
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simonfalk28 Says:
April 11, 2017 at 11:29 pm
LOL. I know that feeling, Shawn. Thanks for sharing 🙂

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