Have Not Repaired My Fractured Aura Again Poem by Margaret Alice

Spent a lovely soap-bubble day
happiness built on nothingness
a fantasy, until I got home and
that fragile bubble was burst by
reality, I have not been able to
create another soap-bubble yet,
the threads with which to spin
the coloured, dreamlike filaments
have to grow in my own soul,
but the essence is lost and I have
not repaired my fractured aura
again; Tiaan gave me a school
note on detention, but I refuse
to play the charade of self-righteous
parent on behalf of half-baked
disciplinarians who never teach
kids how to find joy in life – I
will not add to the fund of negative
junk with which kids are stuffed
in order to kill the imagination
and teach them to conform to the
lines so ice-cold of a meaningless,
rule-governed life!