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Bubble — A Poem by Jonathan Solomon

Bubble

Tempting to snatch at first
Reach your hand out
Dare to touch the cosmos
To milk the galaxies of your wildest dreams
To ascend the heavens so high
To fly among
Along
Blessed angels
But as soon as the devil casts you a curse
That you’re not good enough
The angel has fallen
Burst.

Watch those other stars blow
Blow up
Out of proportion
See them scorn
Spreading
Bigger
Wider
Stretching
Bulging
With no limits
As they grow
Reborn.

The wind carries those floating planets
Like satellites that explore
Parading the universe
Sport of the worlds
Shooting at the goal
Score.

Defeat
Leaves you at foul play
Diving into your own corner
Swimming
A solitary pool
Astray.

While drunk on the champagne you’re bathing in
Others stroke
Butterflies
Gliding in their lair
You choke
Stuck
Midair
Globe
Lost  in space
Rotating
Out of orbit
Up
Down
Everywhere.

Inside
Lies a mirror
Bouncing back like a ball
Off the wall.

Put a hand out to reach
Reach out
It flips
Flops
Falls.

If you dare to poke
It pops
Squirts
Splashes
Tear drops
Bursts
Ashes.

Can letting go really hurt
Or does it ever stop
Will it keep tilting on its axis
Does it drop?

 


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Jonathan Solomon
Jonathan has a thing for details. He observes, visualizes, and writes from these inspirations. Pursuing a masters in industrial psychology, Jonathan hopes to one day spread his vision and inspire others to innovate as well as educate. He also takes joy out of listening to classical music and has a silly, sarcastic sense of humor. I mean we all need to laugh once in a blue moon (even though I don’t like beer). 🙂


 

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Julianne Day Ignacio

A bonafide bookworm, self-proclaimed nerd, and cat-lover, Julianne is a born-and-raised Brooklynite who loves to listen to a good story and help others cultivate their storytelling skills. Julianne received her Master's degree in Media Studies and Certificate in Media Management from The New School. You can find her crafting new content and updating the social media outlets for Verge of Verse, snapping photos, or chilling out at a cafe or park as she writes about her discoveries and her adventures in the city.

  1. Seema says:

    I think this is phenominal. As I am reading I am imagining the words, visualizing them..as I continue to read realizing it starts to spark some emotions…and the end was just splendid. Can certainly relate.

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