I Travel By Bubble
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Did you know that in dreams
and meditation we can journey in a bubble?
I know this sounds outrageous!
But, I often travel by bubble- sparkly, buoyant,
soapy, air pockets to places nirvana,
to Utopia's beyond this Earthly realm.
Beyond the blinking stars,
to fanciful, enchanted places and paradise gardens.
Full of vivid shades and hues of green,
flowing rivers and placid streams, waterfalls and
azure skies and dazzling suns.
And in my mind I linger in this Shangri-La
until reality is calling me . . .
So, I summon my bubble transportation
to carry me home again.
Oh, some may use a magic carpet to go
beyond the stars but I prefer bubbles . . .
Icy blue, glassy bubbles, bubbles, bubbles
as my mode of travel!
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March 4, 2017
Poetry/Narrative/I Travel By Bubble
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Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2017
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