Ephemera: Bubbles 2011

A blow of life

filling

your

being

with

knowledge and air

Filling you round as

a perfect moon,

in a

perfect place

You

Soar

Climbing the spiraled staircase to infinite possibilities

and

mirroring the imperfect world

in a crisp

photographe

A plump finger reaches up and taps you oh so gently on the shoulder

And you fall in the droplets of your creation

Fall down

down

to the ground

You will remember how you never touched the sky

[or were ever even close]

As you shatter into a thousand pieces

 

*First Runner Up in the New Zealand International Poetry Contest 2011

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