18 Mar 2011

In The Beginning


I am enclosed in a bubble of clear water.
My being is transparent, but draws to itself
the living colours of Spring. Light and life
reflect within my soul their pastel beauty.
Edges soften, colours merge together.
I am replete; their nourishment feeds
each particle of my liquid form. I exist.

The Poetry Bus Driver, Uiscebot, this week asked us to go to a new place, and write  a non-rhyming poem from there. I went into a drop of water!

12 comments:

  1. Very original and a very nicely-made little droplet of poetry.

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  2. Great job! thanks- very relaxing and refreshing!

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  3. Your new place sounds like heaven to me ...

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  4. Great idea for a new place! I love your poem.

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  5. Brilliant jinksy, reminds me of the beginnings of us all.
    Class

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  6. Well that was a lovely and different place to go, Jinksy!

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  7. Never expected that!
    The last two lines;

    I am replete; their nourishment feeds
    each particle of my liquid form. I exist.

    were the ones I was really drawn to. Love the replete/exist framing.

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