My bubble

I think of you while I am in this odd position, opposite the window, my legs in a sort of yoga bend way, but still relaxed, as I do nothing. I watch. Clouds, blue pieces of sky, clouds again. I do nothing.
My eyes start to water, my legs hurt now. I won’t do anything. I am not thinking of you, am I. Clouds go by.
Every shape is your face. I do nothing. I feel nothing. I am getting over.

It is getting darker, but slowly, and I didn’t notice till now. It is cold. I have to lift myself up. Out of this position, away from this window. The clouds are now moonlit hills. I have to lift myself up. The cat needs food.
I can only crawl. My legs are stung by hundreds of bees.
I grab a pillow and close my eyes. Over you. I have to be over you now. Lift myself up.

I wake up when the sun shines in my face. And again I think of you. Another day starts. More clouds.

I am not here at all.
My body is numb.
I am away for a bit.
Out of myself.
Somewhere nice,
my own world.
I am not here.
Don’t look me up,
I like it where I am.
I am in a bubble
drifting away from it all
coping with your absence.

entry for bluebellbooks slam week 11

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Comments on: "My bubble" (34)

  1. Very intense pain here Ina. Write it out!

  2. Clouds go by.
    Every shape is your face. I do nothing. I feel nothing. I am getting over.

    love it you speak of my mindset now, best wishes.

    fantastic story.

  3. This is one terrific poem.

    I love the story it tells

    Hugs

    David

  4. This is so, so beautiful and I felt absolutely every painful word of it.

    It totally gripped me!

    Love and hugs xx

  5. Kay Salady said:

    This is excellent writing, Ina! xoXox

  6. Beautifully descriptive, Ina. I can feel the pain of loss and the desire to be that bubble, floating away from the pain. Nicely done!

  7. I love the way in which you use the passage of time … first blue clouds … then moonlit hills … then sunshine again … to highlight the sense of being shut off from the world , wrapped up in your “bubble” …
    A lovely interpretation of the picture prompt !
    http://writer-in-transit.co.za/bubble-bravado/

  8. brilliant, thanks ..

  9. what a fantastic write so sad and filled with pain. It is good that you get it out and express your feelings. this is brilliant. thanks for sharing
    http://gatelesspassage.com/2011/09/29/bubbling-potion-of-love/

  10. Wondeful take on the prompt, Ina. A sad yet well written poem.

    http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/09/30/bubbles-and-lies/

  11. very masterful writing,

    it hits home in many senses, thanks for sharing.

  12. Your piece speaks of vulnerability; exellently expressed.
    A very well written post. Hopefully the feeling will go away as fast as the soap bubble pops. Very good job.

    http://henryclemmons.wordpress.com/2011/10/01/ideas/

  13. A.B. Thomas said:

    fantastic piece, there is a certain amount of vunerability yet wispishness

    • Hi and thank you! I looked up wispishness and found wimpishness and still not sure what it means 🙂 From wimp?

  14. Brilliant poetry, well done

  15. I think it’s brilliant, too.

  16. Oh, so sad… I think a bubble would definitely come in handy for floating away from problems… I know I’d like one 🙂

  17. http://bluebellbooks.blogspot.com/2011/10/sunday-interview-on-ina.html

    posted your interview,

    come to short story slam week 12 if you can, bless your day.

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