The Bowl (name in progress)

figuratively

There is a bowl in my home, 

Which some would describe as magical.

But I don't think that's the right word to use.

The bowl is blue, or sometimes gray.

Sometimes it's dark, with cracks 

Running up and down

Sometimes the edges glow, 

And sometimes I cant even see it.

It's orange on occasion, and green once or twice,

If I recall correctly.

I often see images on it, familiar shapes,

Or just meaningless blotches.

It's rather pretty, and I watch it sometimes.

For two or three days now, 

It's been a cold metal sieve.

It lays upside-down on the ground,

And I live under it, and so do you.