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Why the Earth Isn't Flat

by Trent Kirkpatrick

The rain pattered and beaded into bubbles of carbonation on the windows.

I pleaded with the sullen sky to pop the tab on the can;
To let the fizz expel beyond the atmosphere where it could tickle the stars
Like it tickles my nose.

Is my nose a star to a soda?

The stormfront thundered and thickened in protest
So I wiped the wet off the glass.

06/01/2005

Posted on 06/01/2005
Copyright © 2010 Trent Kirkpatrick

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kyle Anne Kish on 06/02/05 at 01:40 AM

Trent, I had to read this twice ... but then found I wasn't as dense as I thought. I like how you compared the stars, the carbonation, your nose and the storm. Very good, indeed. ~~ Kyle Anne

Posted by Nicole Hyde on 06/04/05 at 03:05 AM

I lay in bed at night and wonder if we aren't just a molecule of a piece of bread being consumed by another .... and in continutity.

Posted by Joe Chiles on 06/06/05 at 12:55 AM

I like the way you brought a kind of inner dialogue into it. To me, it seems like a rainy-afternoon contemplation, and I like those.

Posted by Erin Eymard on 06/06/05 at 01:14 AM

The Earth ISN'T flat?! :) Nicely done Trent. I never imagined rain like a soda pop. :)

Posted by Rachel C Johnson on 04/06/08 at 11:17 AM

Hrm. There is a lot being said in this that I like. In fact, I like all of it. Wonderful ponderings.

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