The hubble-bubble of life
In the sea foam
Some bubbles like it the top
Others prefer the bottom
Or to float alone
Others find other bubbles
To make bigger bubbles
Most of the time
All of them are connected
In some way
But all of them are
Drift by the currents
Of sea and atmosphere
It’s my faith
That no single bubble
Is the same of another
That never has
The same bubble
Happened for a second time
And that
All of them are valuable
And have the same rights
In front of the bubble´s law
I’m not a biologist
So have the right to write too
That the first egg or seed
That the first sex
Were made
Under an orange star
Summer dusk
At the place where
Sea surface meets ground
Where the hubble-bubble
Of life at this universe
Is sea foam cushioned
And interfered
By the slam of the waves
VABM July 18, 2009
I like this! It's like... how do I put this, as I read, I imagine gentle sea foams floating as the sun set. I know that's not the meaning of this poem, but the imagery you use is beautiful.
ResponderEliminarI've read your poem on "the monochrome gray above" here we are in the rainy season too. Kind regards friend
ResponderEliminarTh imagery and the languages are very simple. They are saying a lot in a manner that a simple layman can also understand the hidden meaning of the poem and its poet's hidden thought. Thanks for writing such a wonderful poem.
ResponderEliminarThank YOU Jason, That was the idea behind
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