Ocular interpretation
bowing to imagination,
floating off in pastel hue
of sunset pink and ocean blue,
magically against the light,
pure occipital delight!
With each breath, anticipation,
to honor this new occupation!
Sighing, flying, giggling me
to think such play would set me free
till fun o’clock comes to an end
with deadly kisses on the wind,
my bubble burst, annhialation
havoc wreaked on my creation,
the Octopus’s garden gate is
closed, locked, tic toc-too late
to glide away inside that sphere
whisked away to there from here!
Surely there’s no grander spell,
this earthbound Spirit cannot quell
such adolescent liberations,
my mouth agape in consternation,
staring at the empty space
with soapy film across my face
and gaze into the swirling potion
responsible for this emotion.
I wonder that I made a fuss-
I must go find that Octopus!
CherylKP Copyright 2018
What else is one to do on a snowed in unexpected holiday but to blow bubbles and photograph them before they burst?👏🏻
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