Blowing Bubbles

Bubbles float on air.                                                                                        

                                                            Air

                                                On                   On

     Float                                Float

On                   On

                                                           Air         

                                                                                                                        Bubbles float on air.

Bubbles are dazzling rainbow planets we escape to.

 

Bubbles  bridge        the      gap     between         the      past and the present.

 

The magic orbs        spiral              up

down              

                                                and wrap around our minds.

Bringing our peace into sharper focus

 

Bubbles circle fast and track slow. Baffle us as they scatter…just out of …reach

Bubbles          P  O  P  without notice                    while they dance on thin light                     

Blowing bubbles requires that we breathe deeply

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                                Releasing us from care.

  

Until the matrix calls us home.

 

 

 

             

Playing GOD

Open the Strait of Hormuz, or I will decimate you.

Iran, you have just lost your ice cream privileges

Go to bed and think about your decisions,

I’ll wait, but not too long.

Time to surrender.  Time to take your medicine.

Open wide and swallow. 

(Grins like a demon.)

Swallow all of it.

Don’t read.  Don’t educate yourself, do as you are told.

I am great.  Don’t you want to be great, like me?

(Leering and staring at women’s boobs.)

…

I grew up watching Star Trek.  I especially liked Spock 

He was so cool, so rational. Spock would’ve said,

“Interesting. 

You act like a god, but you are a puppet, a pawn, a hoax perpetrated on the American people.

Your rhetoric stinks, your smile is fake, everything about you is fake.  And your psychiatrist is calling. “ 

She is not happy — time to come back inside.  Put those carbon-based life forms back, and don’t forget to wash your hands. What did I say about playing with strangers?

But I don’t want to come in, I’m having fun.  

The party is over, Donnie. You go too far. 

I want it NOW. It’s NOT FAIR, I HATE YOU!   It’s your fault I missed the ball. You never get me anything good.  

SILENCE!

(Door to his universe slams shut.)

Snow Cats

I think we’ve managed to break another ceiling

We’ve been snowbirds for seven years.

Our relatives, unnamed, followed suit two years ago.

This year, they chauffeured their two cats to experience the Sunshine State’s warmth and tropical breezes.

In less than two days, the two males have staked out their territory.

Now,  cats reign over the snowbirds in two locations.

The takeover was swift, and collateral damage minimal.

The dominant male keeps a short daily agenda:

1.   Beach party

2.   Hunt local birds

3.   Attend Spring Training in Fort Myers

4.   Shorebird BBQ 

 

 We are grateful for small mercies. The list is brief. Plus, something we recently hatched is brewing. 

 

Easter Sunday

 

Awake

predawn sunrise

partly cloudy with a 

huge chance of rabbits hopping by.

Easter.

 

 

Lettuce

pray together

for chocolate to dictate

 bunnies hop, and bees buzz

and fighting stops on planet Earth 

worldwide.

 

Holy

He is Risen

accept the commandment

be kind to your neighbors these times

daily.

 

 

 

"A Cinquain is a short, usually unrhymed poem consisting of twenty-two syllables distributed as 2, 4, 6, 8, 2, in five lines. It was developed by the Imagist poet Adelaide Crapsey."…

 

We Are Astronauts

Talk about breaking the glass ceiling

They do not want to be recognized as women or female astronauts

They are astronauts, period.

They have jobs from the Ground Up

Some are from the Military

Some are Mission Commanders and pilot astronauts

Some are mission specialists and spacewalkers

There are women of color, of various races and creeds.

MD’s and PhD’s

Brilliant minds all.

 

Sally Ride was the first

Christina Koch- 1^st on Artemis mission around the moon.

61 + 6 new trainees

On missions

Since 1978

Trailblazing

Inspired and Empowered.

There are record holders:

For Most Flights, Most Time in Space

Longest Stay in Space, Most Spacewalks, and Longest Spacewalk.

YES, We Can.

Lunar Launch Party

 

 I used to have parties

Back in Hawaii

They were hurricane parties

Bottoms up parties

To alleviate the worry parties

Stock up, slow down, and gratitude parties

 

A few-- bring everything inside parties

Sedate the Great Danes for New Year’s parties

Church fellowship parties

Aerobic Ministry parties

A memorable 40^th Birthday party.

No time for the blues parties

 

Sail Away parties

Marathon running parties

Launching Book parties

Making my first Art sale parties.

Pen Women parties

Hiking milestone parties.

 

Dinners

Luncheons

Even breakfast parties.

Sons, stepsons, and stepdaughters’ yearly Birthday parties

I used to have parties

Now, I go to parties.

The point is to celebrate every minute of every day 

because life is a gift when you’re rich with friends and family.  

Cos, Can, Can

And No Can, No Can

Besides, time is fleeting, smarty. 

Tony The Spelunker

 

I had done an excellent job

of prepping.  The camera was on standby,

the compressor

humming, the propofol was dripping.

 

I counted backwards from 100

And soon I slipped into my alter ego

Gina, the caver.

Sixty-one, athletic,

well-proportioned, and mostly tan.

 

Gina followed the prompt set by the anesthesiologist, whose name she still can’t remember.

He said,” Dream about Tony the Spelunker.”

Tony was forty-five, had a six-pack, and loved shiny dark passageways.

 

Gina relaxed, and soon Tony appeared 

She showed Tony her headlamp

Tony was sporting his new dive watch 

with fully charged gas tritium tubes. 

 

Tony and Gina 

went spelunking through a remote section of the tunnel,

where several sulfurous geysers 

had freshly erupted, 

in search of polyps

and other strange outgrowths.

Tony was amazed at the colors of the stalagmites and stalactites inside the wet cave.  He used his watch to make his way through the tiny pathway and searched for the perfect place to unpack and share his potato skins. Tony and Gina laughed and talked, and soon it was time for Gina to wake up. 

 

She was still smiling when the Doctor asked if she was okay to stand up. She nodded, waved, and blew a kiss at Tony before she left. His watch blinked once in response. They had promised to meet again in about ten years. 

 

 

©Cornelia DeDona 4/2/26