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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Shawn L. Bird 
Peppermint tea. Rest. Plain foods. Please feel better and Get Well Soon.
I would like to be at home in bed, rather than putting on a brave face and soldiering through!
Who is the captain?
lol Control over the urge to vomit, I think. Very symbolic. 😉
Good one 😀 I like it already
Thanks.
“I’d walk a mile, for a callomel”- Groucho Marx
🙂 I’m not walking anywhere at the moment.
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!
Thanks. I took a sick day today and slept, but not feeling much better yet. I hope tomorrow is better! How your moiling eases!
I hope the roiling stops soon. Blessings.
Yes, all is well now.
LOL. I know that feeling, Shawn. Thanks for sharing 🙂