Dance Of The Bubbles Poem by Raymond A Foss

Dance Of The Bubbles



A watched pot,
beginning to boil
growing bubbles in the dimples
the Teflon surface
called to the ball,
to dance, merge, join
with each other,
twirl and whirl,
glide and slide
across the floor
to the syncopated tempo,
frantic motion,
frenetic energy,
ready to rise
to swirl to the surface,
explode free,
up into the air

Thursday, December 25, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: dance
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Raymond A Foss

Raymond A Foss

Westfield, MA / United States
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