Saturday, August 9, 2008

Glub Blub


Glub Glub
Blub Blub
Bubbles floating up,
Up through to water
To the shining surface
The surface
Like a distorted memory
Swirly forever changing
Swish, Swish
Goes my tail
Propelling me across
The small enclosure
That is my cage
With rocks
And fake plants
I am alone
In a house
Breathing the oxygen
From the water



This is a blog about poetry, all poems, occasional short storys. All me.

A gate
Between Two worlds
Up and down
They can be dangerous
One false move and
They bring pain and suffering
Dogs try to go
They really do
But we invented a way
To stop them
It is called a gate