~ Blowing Bubbles ~

Carried on a soft whisper

Of a breeze

Little bubbles float aloft

Delighting
Little children
With such simple pleasures;

A kaleidoscope of colours
Swirl around,

Crazy circles
In rich fluidity

Of amethyst
And jade,
Sapphire
And gold;

Sadly, soon
Obliterated,

Erased out of existence.

Lips tremble,
But smiles
Return again

As soon as
Lips are pursed,
A gentle breath
Gives birth
To another
Gem of wonder -

A Bubble,
A Child’s rainbow globe;

Tenuous, momentary,
But a dream
Of beautiful fragility
That captivates
A sense of wonder
No man-made toy
Could emulate.

Generations come and go
But this thrill will never die.

Lovely Write

You captured this perfectly, the sense of excitment and wonder from a small child, watching bubbles! Some great lines in this piece, a real joy to read, good write,
Dave

:-)

we're all kids at heart! Thanks for commenting.

Amazing

This poem is beautifly written. I love it.

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