Bubbles on the Wind

Pursed are the lips, grass sways at her feet

Raising the wand, she laments
Blow them away, upon the slight breeze
Rainbows and spheres, horrors and dreams

Reflective the orbs, the colours mesmerize
What’s been before and what lies ahead
In her minds eye, the images stifle

The woman floats by, she’s screaming inside
Heart feels the anguish, the dead in her eyes
Face full of terror, pummelled and bloodied
Tears for the years, lost to the darkness, of suffering in silence
Watching her climb higher, she finds strength to smile
As she ascends into sunshine, the final ride
She turns from the horizon and out of minds-eye

A man drifts into vision
Waves from his bubble, prisms brilliant and bright
Grinning he turns, the heinous becomes plain
His body no longer a temple, shrapneled and maimed
A blood curdling wail escapes from tight lips, cold envelopes her heart
The image so potent, charred flesh pungent and heavy
She proffer a hand, wetness dampens her cheek
As the man floats onward, seeking salvation
She weeps

Then suddenly laughter, She opens her eyes
Gazing in awe
At the pirouetting child
Serene and angelic she twirls, beautiful and free
Hidden injures un-noticed, for no-one did see
She is so close, reach out to touch her
Twirling again, her image transformed
Skin without pallor and eyes without light
Drags back her hand at disillusioned sight
Clothes upon bones and flesh no longer warm
The slab is her rest, life forcibly torn from her form

She throws down the wand, she no longer blows, she runs from the horrors
pain patently sowed, grass no longer swaying, but earth stained with red
Will we not learn life’s bigger intent
All around us it seeps, consuming and wrenching
In plain sight and secretly hidden

We have voices, but choose not to speak
We have vision, but choose not to see
We hear, but do we listen

Alixzandra

This work was written by me after an emotive conversation and a throwing together of ideas with fellow bubbler Mark Tull about the way that the ill’s in society have become so commonplace and sadly the darker side of the fabric of human nature. His image Bubbles gave me a starting point. Thanks to Mark for helping to envisage this peice.
Mark was also further inspired to produce War and Peace

Also Ubertalented artist
Barbara Glatzeder felt inspired to draw her beautiful image Hope So many thanks and blessings to Barbara for her involvement in this Tri-multi-collaborative peice!!

Bubbles on the Wind

Alixzandra

Joined February 2009

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