A Bubble

wafted toward
me this morning
out of nowhere
empty street
no kids playing
backyards seemed 
bare, still
from where 
did this little 
without others trailing 
one shimmery 
rainbow glistening 
floating in the air
is it Glinda 
coming to pay me a visit 
grant me some wishes?
promise I won’t cheat
no asking 
for three more 
but seriously, 
here I am
a grown 
for Glinda the Good Witch
in her puffy pink 
ball gown 
crowned in her 
sparkling tiara
waving that magic wand 
three hopeful wishes
that floated along
in a single 
until somewhere 
it popped
Thursday, March 24, 2022

7 thoughts on “A Bubble

  1. I really felt like I was following that bubble as I read the lines of your poem. I often think that I should try to write more poetry, but then I read this beautiful poem of yours and I think, “Leave it to the poets.”

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  2. I love the image you’ve crafted of the one bubble floating through the air……and I also love how you imagine it carrying Glinda with a wish for you…..what a fun thing to contemplate on a Thursday morning. I was so sad to hear about the bubble popping at the end (though it did make for a great ending!).

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    1. I don’t know if it’s just me, but there’s something about bubbles that make me stop and look. I want to find out who is the source of blowing out happiness. This one popped out of nowhere and I couldn’t for the life of me figure out where it came from.


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