The Uncertainty of Bubbles

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There are days when clinging to truth is like capturing bubbles…
grabbing at wind,
watching each perfectly clear, 
round beautiful bubble rise-
high out of reach
reminds me of the fleetingness of my life
that mist
I gaze skyward
feet firmly planted
I long for that which is out of my reach
grasping the air
I feel the breeze and ponder,
I know not where the wind blows,
yet I know the Spirit
that moves the wind.
Hair tousles
ears listen
mind perceives
senses alive…
 yet this cloud refuses to leave me, chases me down 
I refute the darkness that longs for me
bubble bouncing off  leafy tree limb
escaping narrowly 
until the sudden
burst
I stare upward at nothingness
pondering the meaninglessness of life
the vastness of the universe
and one swooping gust that allows a gasp to escape me
and a giggle,
and I am all small
little girl in awe
 again
the child
bends low
blowing bubbles
to the wind
while dancing with the 
bending branches
yielding completely to the presence
of this momentary beauty
hinting promises
unseen
but certain
yes, certain.
Happy New Year – linking with friends over at dVerse~Poets Pub  for Open Link Night!
Come on over! And also at Tracy’s place – for Winsome Wednesday!
Happy Birthday, Tracy! 

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Published by enthusiasticallydawn

Dawn Paoletta is the author of Journaling for Discovery and Delight. Her writing is included in several anthologies and her poems have been included in the Wickford Poetry and Art Exhibit and Books. Dawn is currently working on her next book. Inquiries at dawn.paoletta@gmail.com

14 thoughts on “The Uncertainty of Bubbles”

  1. I know not where the wind blows,yet I know the Spiritthat moves the wind….and that is enough isnt it…smiles…and as a girl again, a child…what better place to be? smiles.happy new year to you

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  4. I long for that which is out of my reachgrasping the airI feel the breeze and ponder,I know not where the wind blows,yet I know the Spiritthat moves the wind. Another beautiful section from this awesome poem.Happy New Year to you and yours.

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  10. Wow Dawn, really beautiful. I wont be able to see bubbles in the same light again. And thank you for the birthday wishes lovely ladyGod blessTracy

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  13. Just found you from Friendship Friday! Congrats on being a top commentor. My goal is 2013 is to comment more and meet more regular friends. Anyway, I would love for you to stop by and return the follow when you can. Thanks :)Julie @ Naptime Reviewwww.thenaptimereview.com

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  14. Following you through Friendship Friday!Hope you will hop over and return the follow.May your New Year be blessed beyond measure.Julie @ Hey Mommy, Chocolate Milkwww.heymommychocolatemilk.blogspot.com

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