While observing a writing workshop-the kids had several tasks to choose from. One was to write a poem by comparing a feeling to an object. In the classroom, I saw a box marked, "Investigation" so I decided to put that word into a poem.
Stellar Investigations: Lava Lamp
Blobs and bubbles continually
breaking off from the larger mass
going predictably up.
Though various in size and speed
they go
to a predicatable top.
Despite all this
if you keep the lamp
plugged in too long
it will burn out.
This reminds me of my younger childhood. My older sister and I shared a room until i was in third or fourth grade. We had a big purple lava lamp with yellowy orange blobs. It was our night light for years. Sometimes when I visit my sister she will have the lava lamp plugged in :)
ReplyDeleteThis also reminds me of the days we would sit in our bedrooms at night and watch the balls form within the lava lamp. They would start out large and odd shaped then begin to break up into much more tiny peices as if you were mixing oil and water together.
ReplyDeleteGreat Poem!
ReplyDeleteVery nicely done!
ReplyDeleteThis is my first visit to your blog sight. I really enjoyed your poem. It got me thinking of the way a lava lamp moves and than at the end of the poem when you described the light,I felt like one of the bubbles popped at the top and brought me back to reality. Ang
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