wafted toward
me this morning
out of nowhere
empty street
no kids playing
backyards seemed
bare, still
from where
did this little
bubble
appear
without others trailing
behind?
one shimmery
rainbow glistening
bubble
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
wishes
but seriously,
here I am
a grown
woman
looking
for Glinda the Good Witch
in her puffy pink
ball gown
crowned in her
sparkling tiara
waving that magic wand
contemplating
three hopeful wishes
that floated along
in a single
bubble
until somewhere
it popped
You capture well the beauty and magic of a solo bubble floating by. Without our slicing eyes, we can miss these wistful moments of childhood joy. Lovely slice!
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.”
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!).
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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You capture well the beauty and magic of a solo bubble floating by. Without our slicing eyes, we can miss these wistful moments of childhood joy. Lovely slice!
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What a lovely delicate poem that just captures the fragility and loveliness of a bubble from nowhere!
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Thank you. It appeared out of nowhere and I couldn’t find the source. It was meant to be a slice.
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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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Wow, thank you, Vivian. I default to poetry sometimes when I’m feeling lazy and want to write fragmented sentences.
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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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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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