Boiling Water (Poem-A-Day 8)

Boiling WaterToday is a Tuesday, so two prompts:

  • Write a violent poem. Could be person on person violence, person on animal, animal on animal, nature on person/animal/nature, and so on (insects, erosion, cosmos, etc.).
  • Write a peaceful poem. I suppose this might be the opposite of a violent poem. But perhaps not.

 
Boiling Water

Despite the proverb
I watched a pot boil

In the beginning
A still lake
With metal banks
Upon my stove

Small bubbles form
Randomly rise
Like shooting stars
Reflected in a mirror

Then they cascade
As the surface quivers
And quakes under
The onslaught from below

Steam flowing
Water shuttering
No meaningful boundary
Between liquid and gas

And the frogs
Now dead
Remain peacefully seated
Around their TV set

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About Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker was born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough, North Carolina where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.
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