Reflecting on Bubbles
Something restful to reflect upon,
Not too heavy to consider.
Reflections on memories of bubbles,
Moments in time
Come to rest.
Where did they go ?
Bubbles waltzing by,
Capturing light, drifting past.
A child’s laughing face.
NOTE: First stanza free form. Second stanza Haiku + end line.
For those interested in my musing on mass media, I have a new post on my Dark Pines Media Literacy blog:
Pulp Covers & Movie Posters – The Age of Necro-media . grows out of the seventh Mass Media Principle