Whorls

Someone once said,

moments are like bubbles

fragile just like me

clear and honest

perfect things

with rainbow filigree

and in them there

the eye will see

a micro world

an effigy

far too far away at sea

to grasp the shores of verity

And so like every perfect thing

It too must disappear

Like children's smiles and innocence

The end must start right here

For fear of catching a killing breeze

or catching none at all

the bubble shall lose its will, it's said

and fall and fall and fall

Thus we know

our journeys end

and that it's time to go

when grounds rush up

and it's time again

to lie frozen

in the snow

Author's Note

Imagery Notes for Myself: bubbles, danger, blown against branches, slowly setting down onto the ground w/ no breeze, bubbles supposed to dance?, bubble survives as frozen glass sphere, rushing to the ground(how does it look?)

Reviews

[JulieMorgan]

Bravo! I enjoyed the fact that you wrote about a bubble as well. Although I sense some similarities from my poem "someone once said moments are like bubbles fragile just like me" you added on a whole new set of imagery which made this poem have a totally different direction from mine. You're a wonderful writer, Arly!

[Arly Parent]

You would be that "someone" who said moments are like bubbles :). I meant it when I said I really liked that poem. I'd been waiting for the inspiration to hit so that I could do something based on it justice.

[JulieMorgan]

Well I'm pleased my poem acted as your inspiration :)