a gentle storm of glistening
glowing gossamer orbs
sprays into the air
shiny tiny spheres mixed
with larger circles float for the
moment evaporate
amid child-giggles and squeals
small hands grab at luminescent
globes drifting just beyond their reach
as sunlight sparkles over the
round rainbows they pursue
round rainbows they pursue
12 comments:
Very fun and vivid read, cj. Nice one!
http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/09/30/bubbles-and-lies/
that first graph was fun and full of g's. the rest floated in its lightness of sound. very enjoyable.
You have captured the beauty and thrill of this childhood (hell, I blow bubbles even now) pastime in your words
cool poem ...thank you x
this is a very fun and enjoyable poem to read. I like the flow and the starting of this poem
http://gatelesspassage.com/2011/09/29/bubbling-potion-of-love/
delightful.
thanks for the smiles.
Blowing bubbles is one of the great joys of childhood - the bubbles always magical, always elusive.
Very nice indeed :)
A beautiful ensemble of words, CJ, and I love the alliteration.
xoRobyn
Lovely. There's something almost magical about kids and bubbles isn't there!
the flow in this is very dreamlike
This is quite lovely! :-)
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