Floating on a Rainbow Membrane in a Bubble Freshly Blown.
There is nothing as vibrant as spring and all that it brings.
Some nonsical and fun random thoughts that I penned on one first warm, spring day when the cold went away.
I am F l o a t i n g on a
rainbow membrane
in a bubble freshly blown.
where.......
Birds sing,
bees hum,
children squeal
dogs cavort
kittens run
tires whir,
and trees sway,
to the winds
softest whistling
breezes
each twig
sashays.
Puddles
plink-plunk,
sneakers squeak
babies coo,
old men creak
as they walk the street
their bones gone weak
rain goes rat-a-tat-tat
umbrellas whoosh
cats howl, cars growl,
wet socks go squoosh.
soil becomes mush
dandelions burst
like tiny suns
as winters
cruelties undone
The sun beats down,
while thunder rumbles
a rainbow bends colors
in a prism a baptism
full of
gasps of delight
nature speaks,
in a jumbled
glorious exhibition
of it's most
wondrous sights
as I stand humbled
silent in great awe
of this concert
around me
upon which
I've stumbled
A balloon escapes..........
from a tots
sticky fingers
like Spring
it is here
but a short time
it lingers
it's a bright
bag of essence
that's blown
into some colors,
that over the
whole land
so gracefully hovers
after being tossed up
gaily into the air
till it pops sprinkling rubber
and sprinkles of
pastel confetti
everywhere
Spring uncoils
in lazy lengths of green
polka dotted with tulips
across backyards serene
where birds land
on clotheslines
to drip dry
from the rains
chirping whatever silly
song comes
to their brains
Cow tipping
should only be
Only twenty percent
the rest should
be shoved
off to butchers
all sent
to be cut and
grilled slowly
they just add
appetites
to this beauty so holy
and I need a bite
I have a strong
sudden taste
for some medium rare,
soft pink on the inside
crisp and brown
except there
with horizontal stripes
branded deep
charcoaled flared.
It's a silly
kind of moment,
as Spring break
cracks me up
while nonsensical rantings
from my head interrupt
any serious thought
like the rainfall
that came
and then ended abrupt
even poets fall prey
to the enchantment
that plays
in the warm breezes lilting
across such sunny days
that are prematurely granted
to all who are housebound
but venture outside
when the rains settle down.
It is here
I dance nimbly
tiptoe
ever so lightly
through these
puddles refractions
with their splish-splash
attractions
bygone days are
reflected with
each bare foot extracted
I'm floating
in a rainbow membrane
of a bubble freshly blown
sailing high above
the snows
long since
melted far below
as I bask in the sun's glow
that I've grown to know
living life
in the present
each time spring
brings it's show
warming hearts
planting smiles
on adults
and each child
older folks reminisce
while the kids
all run wild
in a spring
that's appeasing
and ever so pleasing
bringing
fresh hopes
to season
all the souls
who were freezing
in a winter so bland
spring is really
quite grand.
© 2010 Matthew Frederick Blowers III