Poem

The Bubble


The bubble

born from a hot warm breath

floats along

playing with the breeze

The kiss of the light

painting it with

the colors of its soul

 

The bubble

so perfectly spherical

so passionately vibrant

as light as anything could ever be

no bounds

no hesitation

no anxiety

in it’s flight of freedom

without a goal

gleaming in it’s glory

basking in the joy of existence

 

And then pop

it bursts

into a thousand droplets

vanishing without a trace

without remorse

without dissppointment

for the seconds it lived

was worth eternity!

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2 thoughts on “The Bubble

  1. This is beautifully expressed! Loved having the opportunity to look at a bubble from your poetic perspective. 😀

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