i was boiling milk for coffee.
i was watching it rise slowly
like a breathing snow cap
closer to the air.
i was told to wait until the milk
reached the metal edge.
i glanced at the time,
it read 6:45 AM.
at 6:46 AM the milk overflowed.
an avalanche,
it turned to rust over stove rings.
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sheila sea 
This made me laugh 🙂 been there done that.
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Great poem. Also an analogy? Enjoyed the ironic humour.
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lol, thanks.. I didn’t even see the humor in it until after I read it a few times. It’s interesting to hear people’s interpretations. It’s an analogy for sure.. I never write at face value. 😉 Thanks for the compliment!
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The avalanche of boiling milk in the microwave, I can certainly relate haha
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Funny post and so true on many levels. In love and light Cheryle
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You are sneaky. I suppose the reason I relate to this poem is not just about milk. But the overflowing – while white and palpable – is a much bigger overflowing. Thank you.
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hahaha, I think you’re the first person to actually understand it the way that I do. Not that there’s a wrong or right. It’s just not about milk at all.. haha.. but rather, in my eyes, about the Avalanche.. and preventing disaster by not looking away.
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Nice poem…
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Very nice! What a colourful mind you have… I am pleased to have a look in! Mother Hen
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🙂 🙂 🙂
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