Thursday, 16 February 2017

the lovely bubble

waking – but not awake –
I linger in the lovely bubble

where fading dreams tip-toe
into the night:  their shadows
left to flutter on the edges of light,
as the house softly yawns,
in morning’s first shushing stirs

I do not open my eyes,
for, I am in the beautiful hush …
floating on my pillow in the bubble,
of that suspended moment,
when possibilities billow,
like white cap waves on spirit winds

and in that breath, there are
no impediments to a wonderful world;
there is no hate or greed or cruelty;
or twisted dogma or persecution …
... and then, I inhale – for I must –

and consciousness falls upon me ... 
and I awaken … as the bubble bursts
  
graphic – W. Bourke

© 2017 Wendy Bourke 

23 comments:

  1. don't we all wish we can stop time and just live in a bubble ~

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  2. Ah, it is so nice to be able to linger in the bubble. It's getting nicer and nicer, as a matter of fact, to do that.

    And what cool photos. How did you create them?

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    1. Picasa, LunaPic and Pho.to all are excellent photo editing programs and it's fun to fool around with them while Mike and I watch a movie together. (I guess I don't have the attention span to just sit and watch - unless the movie is REALLY, REALLY good. Ha!) LunaPic allows you to crop circles.

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  3. The bubble bursts, the grid beckons, reality dawns...life goes on!!!

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  4. love those, lingering suspended moments...

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  5. Great poem…I love those early morning waking times as well…before the bubble bursts a bit (or a lot, depending on the day).

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  6. I am happy when I get time to enjoy that half asleep feeling in my bed. That bubble is just too delicious to want to leave.

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  7. Beautiful!❤️ This poem speaks to me on so many levels sigh.. especially; "I do not open my eyes, for, I am in the beautiful hush …floating on my pillow in the bubble, of that suspended moment, when possibilities billow, like white cap waves on spirit winds." Sometimes we need to break away from reality in order to maintain equilibrium with self.❤️ Beautifully penned.


    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  8. This is exactly what waking feels like. I love those white capped waves on spirit winds.

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  9. "and in that breath, there are
    no impediments to a wonderful world . . ."

    To have the dream in the bubble, we must spend some time awake. I see that in this poem that beautifully describes the vision. I'd call this a bubble well used!

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  10. Such a poetical journey from being in that wonderful bubble then coming to awarness when it bursts. I enjoyed your poem, Wendy.

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  11. "where fading dreams tip-toe into the night"---oh, this is such a perfect description of what it's like when those dreams are slinking away from consciousness as we transition from sleep to waking. I love this.

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  12. ...and, waking, how we try to recapture those tip-toeing dreams! Beautifully worded.

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  13. I love how this is all so fragile, the bubble, but also beautiful because of this.

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  14. I would love to wake like this... my bubble is more often constricting me... suffocating from a nightmare... and feel blessed to break that bubble.

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  15. Oh ..... love the idea of waking up like this as well...floating in one's pillow in a bubble. It would be nice if one could maintain the mood of the 'bubble' when one awoke, but sadly the twisted dogma and hate of reality intervene!

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  16. Indeed, that is a lovely bubble, beautifully evoked here.

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  17. How easy it was to imagine that scene myself as it was so beautifully written.

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  18. Love this section:


    and in that breath, there are
    no impediments to a wonderful world;
    there is no hate or greed or cruelty;
    or twisted dogma or persecution …
    ... and then, I inhale – for I must –

    and consciousness falls upon me"

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  19. Wendy this is so beautiful. I will remember this poem as I awaken tomorrow morning, before reality sets in. I so much enjoyed reading this.

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  20. Wow! What a way to simmer on awakening. Luv Luv that bubble stage. A good place to birth poems too

    Thanks for dropping by my Sunday Standard this week

    Much love...

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  21. and consciousness falls upon me ...
    and I awaken … as the bubble bursts

    The cruel reality of dreamers will always be preceded with the goodness of what one desires. It is a healthy thing though!

    Hank

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  22. You have captured this magical feeling so well--beautifully penned Wendy!

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