Broken,
You rise and fall like wounded birds riding currents
Almost reaching the top, separating nearly in half,
Sinking down before the split is complete
Pooling at the bottom
Snakeing upward, tapping on the glass
Slideing down again for hours,
Like a dance propelled by a lightbulb
Author notes
Yes, this poem is about my lava lamp. The darn thing is broken and the "lava" just expands into a superbubble then deflates. It is sad to watch.
Please tell me what you think
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Brilliant!
You did such a great job here!!!! You described such a bland thing in such a way that it electrifies it with a whole other meaning. I wouldn't even think it was about a lava-lamp...thats a mark of a creative writer...good job!
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