Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Bubbles

Tomorrow is a bubble
that bursts when caught
and all the goals
and dreams I've ever sought,
weightless,
iridescent
and unsound,
puddle
in my palm when found.

2 comments:

DMc said...

You are gifted
you, this gift from time
sent forward to this place
to write it down

Courtney said...

How deep... how marvelously you put to words the indescribable feelings and emotions of life. I can't even explain how amazing this poem is. I love the symbolism and ideas that you create.