POEM: Bubble Babies
This was written to the artpiece below, by Josephine Wall, titled “Seasons of Life,” which is featured this week on the CPC Simple Sunday Picture challenge.
BUBBLE BABIES
Babe in the woods wakes to light.
Little Bo Peep a sheer delight,
until her final maturity
brings a nagging insecurty.
Float into darkness as snowflakes fall.
Fluffy cloud coverings act like a wall.
Even in travels past dark side of moon,
crags are avoided which might cause a swoon.
Thus do the bubbles reflect a lifespan
through seasoned reactions repeated again.
Down through the ages of human existence,
patterns are formed through perceptions’ persistence.
None are deprived of the goodness prevailing;
neither avoiding unpleasantness ailing.
From light into darkness and back the next day,
blown on time’s winds sometimes this or that way.
Go with the flow and trust to the fates;
travel to Hell or past Heaven’s gates;
or grasp your free will with the force of proaction,
so what’s inside you can seek soul’s satisfaction.
Copyright August 26th 2012 RGD