A world made of bubbles

Albert's Poetry Cafe - Tivoli's 10 words challenge - using all ten words, write a prose poem that speaks of loss: clear/ gone/ one/ pretending /smile/ voice/ gray/ recalling/ souls/ nowhere

 

Our world is made of bubbles we fabricate

Every time a bubble is gone

“puff”, “pop”, “pooh”

Another bubble bursts

“plop”, “pluck” and “peep”

To see the universe in a peculiar way

According to the disposition of our day

 

Is there a real world, equal for everyone?

Or just these individual bubbles

Going “puff”, “pop” and “plop”, “peep”

Pretending to be a clear voice

Coming from real life accuracy

 

Some times my bubble world seams bright:

“plop”, the plants blossom

“pluck”, the birds sing everywhere

“peep”, children smile, dance and play

and people look so nice in their different way

 

One day a bubble comes “popping” in gray

“pooh”, the plants are all dying away

“pop”, the children are sick and hungry

“puff”, people are crying and suffering

Hopes can be found nowhere around

 

Can we ever find a real common universe?

Or only these personal bubbles fantasy

Going “Puff”, “pop” or “plop”, “peep”

Masking the world reality

 

“Popping” bubbles with different souls

When someone is happy others get sad

When some smile others want them to cry

No one trusts another person’s bubble

We can never agree

And my experiences just serve me

 

I ask myself if one day

We can all make an enormous bubble

Where the same reality can fit in

Or where we can have some common sense

Not going “puff”, “pop”, “pooh”

 

I don’t know...

and some days I’m so sad

I whish I could swallow myself

And go, like a bubble, “puff”, “pop” and “pooh”

Disappearing like wind in the reality air

 

Can you tell me if there is a real world?

With no “puff”, “pop”, “plop”, “pluck”, “peep”

Somewhere we can all meet

Recalling the same reality

Or, at least have the same peaceful fantasy

Reviews

[Robert Francis Callaci]

A delightful and airy piece- each and every one of us lives in there own bubble- it's time we pop it anfd make one that fits all- great message poetry-


my warmest
bob

[LSS]

What a wonderful way to take something light and airy and suspend within it the essence of most daily existence. Well done, not just the artistic creation but in the insightful way of reaching out to try to create understanding and involvement. Not that i believe in evolution, but I do believe in change and expect that each one of us can and often do move our lives away from the gray to the bright of day, from the dead to the living, and go on with our lives. Improving the lives of those around us too.
Lar

[The Reticent Receptioni..]

I like this; it's very philosophical, without being agenda-ridden. I like the metaphor of bubbles, especially the line "no one trusts another person's bubble." The poem left me thinking, and that's the best thing a poem can do, in my opinion.

[Nancy Lee Shrader]

I loved this. To tell you the truth; it brightened my day.

[Salvatore Buttaci]

This is my favorite of all your poems. Your use of onomatopoeia is exquisite! You did a great job, Angelina.

Sal

[Sharon Miller Bolander]

I understand the sincere feelings expressed in your thoughtful poem. The older I get the more I realize happiness and sadness co-exist. It never does any good to feel guilty when we're happy, but I'd like to think it does matter if we acknowledge difficulties by doing what we can to comfort those who need a kind word. Maybe it's times like these when bubbles can merge to bring us closer to our fellow neighbors, friends and family. Wonderful poem, Angi. Sharon