Rumination On A Bathtub Poem

Let's get soapy!

Rumination on a Bathtub Poem
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A ballad from a bathtub what
A warm and soapy task
But without my rhyming guide I don’t
Know what to rhyme with task?

     Mask?
     Flask?
     Those don’t work topically
     And within the suds I bask.

The concept of this poem is
Less sexy IRL
Without a desk for structure I
Have fear my book will fell

     Fall
     Drop into the water and get wet

And now the tub has filled right up
The calming sounds have stopped
I feel so silly and so nude

     Yeah, maybe this would have worked better in free verse.
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The water stills and all would be calm
If it weren’t for the quiet buzz
Of the light in the bathroom making me
Think of the industrial revolution
A bulldozer through my mini rainforest waterfall
And now I’m sitting here in a puddle
Naked, cold (not really), afraid
And increasingly aware of my surroundings
 
Maybe it’s best to just meditate.