A little bit of soap
creating magic.

You can reach out to
but never capture

hold it in the palm
of your hand


watch it floating
in the air
(a bit like chasing rainbows)
it’s prismatic illusion
there one minute, gone the next
when someone bursts your bubbles.


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Shared with Theme Thursday #Bubbles
Poets United Pantry #87

Author: Daydreamer

I live on a beautiful island in Atlantic Canada.

15 thoughts on “Bubbles”

  1. Love the pictures of the bubbles, I think these two bubbles have been caught. Your poem really does say it all about bubbles and it is so sad when someone’s bubble is burst.

    Thanks for playing in this weeks Theme Thursday. A very nice one to share.

    God bless.

  2. a bit like chasing rainbows…smiles at that…you do see them as the sun passes through them…if only those moments were not as fleeting…and pop…smiles.

  3. They actually do have ones that don’t pop easily too. The cat loves to chase them around and leap on them making them break. So some you can catch, at least for a while then they pop.

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