The BubbleA Poem by Ink Angel
this one is about the weather, again! another wet day here.
Sitting here in my grey bubble,
Hovering in time.
Cold inside and out,
capsulated by emptiness.
Waiting for the sun to come.
Watching for a glint of fun.
Fill my heart with the essence of sun light
Reflecting all the colours of the earth
A rainbow arch of coloured light
Envelops my soul
Lifting me up on high
As I spread my peacock feathers;
For the passersby,
The sun is in the sky
The sun..... It’s like a magic spell,
When the sun breaks through
I start to dance an Irish Jig
Seeing the world now, through another lens
Prism lights that reflect back the beauty
Of it all, now I’m having a ball.
© 2012 Ink Angel
Shelved in 1 LibraryAdded on April 29, 2012
Last Updated on April 29, 2012
Reading, United Kingdom
AboutI love to write poetry, love to read poetry, love of graffiti, Art, Angels and photography. I have recently had my poem break of Day pubished and another about the Green man will be published soon :).. more..
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