Directions in Soap
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Directions in Soap
When you fall asleep
Is there time perception left?
Do we feel absence
In the same sense as presence?
Is rest a form of “time theft”?
Washing the dishes,
A soap bubble stuck to me.
I studied its face.
The sphere became dome—
Colors whirling all around.
You could see pictures.
A soldier dying.
A land stolen and soiled.
Greed possessing men.
Living for money.
People dying for money.
Few true values left.
Two lovers in bed.
Running out of time ahead.
Appreciating.
“Is this image right?”
I queried. The bubble wept.
The membrane embraced
Its own collapse and I ask,
Was it lust or love that slept?
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A great poem! I am constantly amazed by the shapes that bubbles and water droplets take. They seem to be holding many unsaid stories. and when they diassemble they create newer ones!
Audrey Howitt,
Thanks!
Geetika Iyer,
Inspiration comes from bizarre and common things (and sometimes a combination of both), it seems. It's always a welcome surprise to see something new in what I ignore most of the time. I'm glad you enjoyed my stanzas.
Thanks,
Dan
AudreyHowitt Level 7 Commenter 4 months ago
What a great write!