Have popped one by one
Bubbles containing nothing
But air and when they burst
There is nothing there
Just a faint memory
Of fantasy worlds
And stabs of
Reality.
Tag bubbles
Burst Bubbles
Dreams floated away
As one by one they escaped
And as I watched them go
Each delicate membrane
Burst leaving no trace
Of having existed
And all that was
Left was a
Desolate
Space
Fragile
Life breathed into us
Is as bubbles flying in
Blowing wind, fragile
Bubble Dreams
I
Blew some
Bubble
Dreams into the
Air
Thoughts
Of mine
My hopes and
Cares
And prayed
As each
Floated silently
Away from me
That one
Fragile
Vulnerable
Bubble dream
Would be carried
Gently back
To me
Inspired by an initial post of mine
Dreams as Bubbles before I had really started writing poetry:
https://movingtowardsthelight.com/2014/01/30/dreams-as-bubbles/
My Friday Necklace!
Bubbles of color
Rippling from centre to form
Rainbow necklace bright
Dreams as Bubbles
What happens when your dreams come to pass? What happens when you dream a dream, and it comes true? What happens when there are no dreams to take its place? What happens with the void that is left in one’s heart, and one’s soul? What happens then?
Blowing bubbles in the wind. Being released into the world. Floating higher. Vulnerable. Fragile. Precious. Which ones will survive? Will any survive? Will they all be crushed? Remnants of thoughts and desires. The dreams are dreamt, and they become real.
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