Tonight's Poet Corner: A Poem's Symmetry
A Poem's Symmetry
by Belinda Roddie
I am made of the bubbles floating
from children's bottles, the soapy essence
of laughter and lightness, my frame as crisp
and airy as an autumn leaf fighting fruitlessly
to travel in a straight line. I move in curves -
no corners, no edges, no beginnings and
no ends, the shape of the world
and the density of a book's page,
still fluttering beneath a weight of words.
It is easy to get lost in language, but
if you fit your dreams neatly into
a balloon, or a beach ball, or simply
a bubble - whether or not you can tie
a string to them and carry them with you -
you are lifted into a different dimension,
given new laws of gravity. The text
becomes the tail of a kite, and you are
listless,
reckless,
and free.
by Belinda Roddie
I am made of the bubbles floating
from children's bottles, the soapy essence
of laughter and lightness, my frame as crisp
and airy as an autumn leaf fighting fruitlessly
to travel in a straight line. I move in curves -
no corners, no edges, no beginnings and
no ends, the shape of the world
and the density of a book's page,
still fluttering beneath a weight of words.
It is easy to get lost in language, but
if you fit your dreams neatly into
a balloon, or a beach ball, or simply
a bubble - whether or not you can tie
a string to them and carry them with you -
you are lifted into a different dimension,
given new laws of gravity. The text
becomes the tail of a kite, and you are
listless,
reckless,
and free.
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