I am a goldfish
swimming in a paper bag
filled with warm water
when the liquid drains away
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Either PH or I are having a bad day because I could've sworn that I had read and replied to this poem. The goldfish has a very short lifespan in that bag that's made of paper, instead of plastic. However, after being taken for lunch, it may have evolved into a dolphin. Let's hope that it's in its natural habitat. Food for thought.
Thank you so much, Richard. And I think you sensed an inspiration...just how limiting, life-constraining that bag is on any and every goldfish that literally has to experience that ordeal..
Yep, that's a definition of a bad day alright... especially when the water is leaking out... drop by drop... you and your sense of humor brighten our lives! And it seems to me there is always a flip side, a dark side, a probing side to your humor. In both cases we Thank you for being here! 10
Thank you so very much, Susan. I have always thought that it just isn't quite humour without some dark side...
Now that's a bad day! lol This quirky little poem is like an injection of gratitude within 5 lines. Bravo! ~
Thank you so much, Nika...Yes, gratitude, whenever that paper bag can be avoided.
OR you may be 'taken' for..............S -T -U -P -I -D! ! ! ! to MyPoemList. i read 3 out of 5; they were short. this one is my favorite. bri :)
NOTHING is it the great root of EVERYTHING! if it is, then yes nonsense is equal to wisdom, as the topics of the poem are. This is a poem to feel, and we float just float don't drive the stream of life.
Thanks so much, Muhammad. And there's great wisdom in your observation. There are days when that floating seems like it's....confined to that paper bag.
Having a bad day.... the feel is best compared to the feel of a goldfish in a paper bag of leaking warm water! We get a premonition that danger, even death awaits at the end! Through nonsense you have pictured great sense!
Thank you, Valsa. I appreciate the remark that, indeed, there is sense in my scenario.
hahahahaha...funny, i think all bad day can be paused or removed after reading this... but in other way of reply; dear goldfish though you have gold with you your value still as a fish so be free to swim and try to not get caught by human...or you will end up the same like your friend in that plastic bag hahahaha (joking)
Thank you, Soul! Paper or plastic....Choice? Or, things really are conspiring to make all a bad day! ?
I will no longer have a bad day And the sky will nevermore be gray For a goldfish I am not In a bag with danger fraught Thanks for the fun Mj.
A cleverly penned poem. Having a bad day is not as bad as the condition of the goldfish swimming in a paper bag of warm water.
What a drastic situation! This is exactly what is called....'Out of the frying pan into burning fire'! Indeed a bad day....! Excellent presentation!
Thank you so much, Valsa. Yes, I remember writing this on...well, it was one of those days. Thanks again.