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The sky is almost indigo with wispy clouds outside my cage, inside there are bubbles that I blow,blow, blow.Sitting here I burn incandescent with rage,rage, rage.
Oh! how many bubbles I do not know but inside each, taught emotions grow,grow,grow. How many thoughts can you sow unto barren cold ground?? They cannot grow, grow, grow.
My black hair flows in the wind that through my cage blows, blows, blows a red trim in my hair flows. I am wearing a black bask with ostrich feather trim trim trim. It make my bust look good and my waist thin, thin, thin!
Sitting here on my silver swing, I look at my sexy purple leather knee high boots, boots, boots. I count the bubbles, grief, loss, anger, pain and irritation. Some of the bubbles are bursting and water drips from them like irrigation. Below my cage the ocean ebbs and flows deep and dark and with the liquid from my bubbles it grow, grows, grows.
Lets blow some more bubbles greed, avarice,lust ,why yes those three are a must, must,must.I am tired of sitting here on my own. Lonely grows she who sits here on the swing throne, throne, throne. A few more bubbles pride, prejudice loathing, enough, now like my bubbles I shall go roam,roam, roaming!
willowdot21 
Oct 16, 2011 @ 01:50:53
I like the rhythmic repitition and the imagery.
Oct 16, 2011 @ 07:40:11
Hi Hollyanne, thank you for the visit .I am not sure about the dream bubble it was just buzzing around my head so I let it slip on to the page. It is different from most of my attempts. I did do one other with a repeating beat https://willowdot21.wordpress.com/2011/09/13/the-hairdresser/ I am just on way over to see your work have a good day XX
Oct 16, 2011 @ 08:39:31
Very vividly described. Poetic and at the same time real.
Oct 16, 2011 @ 08:48:26
Thank you Jay it was just a little idea that demanded to be written. x
Oct 16, 2011 @ 17:13:56
It seems like a frozen moment of contemplation prior to a night out. The adornment is intriguing and conjures thoughts of dance and lights in a club. It almost seems as if the object of the poem is alternating between being very frustrated with the state of things, while at the same time being dressed and poised to press forward. A desire to be found, and a resolution to move on. A grandly crafted expression
Oct 16, 2011 @ 17:25:03
I had not thought of this slant on the poem, you are clever but see poetry is in the eye of the beholder!! that is what wordpress is all about! ThanksX
Oct 17, 2011 @ 14:16:22
Another great entry for your future anthogogy of illustrated verse!
Oct 17, 2011 @ 15:06:26
Thank you so much! xx