Tag: Whimsy

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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