I am enclosed in a bubble of clear water.
My being is transparent, but draws to itselfthe 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!
Lovely, soothing poem :O)
ReplyDeleteInteresting Jinksey!
ReplyDeleteSuper work my friend.
ReplyDeleteVery original and a very nicely-made little droplet of poetry.
ReplyDeleteGreat job! thanks- very relaxing and refreshing!
ReplyDeleteYour new place sounds like heaven to me ...
ReplyDeleteGreat idea for a new place! I love your poem.
ReplyDeleteBrilliant jinksy, reminds me of the beginnings of us all.
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Well that was a lovely and different place to go, Jinksy!
ReplyDeleteHow clever - love it!
ReplyDeleteNever expected that!
ReplyDeleteThe 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.