Blowing Bubbles

Carried
Upon a soft whisper
Of a breeze,
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
To be 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.

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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