Stephen Sutherlin

Burst Your Bubble

February 11, 2020
My head, it splits Like waves on The barren shore Bubbling oxygenation As the brack Settles into sand And air escapes Once again, gurgling Out of the semi-solid surface. My inspiration Captured in bubbles For brief moments real! In the end, a burst Of emptiness, vapid dreams Hollow constructions Radiating energy but Alas empty… These words, all that remain Of the membrane of H2O Clinging together desperately, Delicately capturing a Breath of life and then Exuberantly Exhaling it to the world. Captive for one moment Before being shared with Every living thing. The poem, the word of being.