A little bit of soap
creating magic.
You can reach out to
touch
but never capture
Sometimes
hold it in the palm
of your hand
or,
watch it floating
in the air
but,
(a bit like chasing rainbows)
it’s prismatic illusion
there one minute, gone the next
when someone bursts your bubbles.
~*~
© Daydreamertoo *All rights reserved
Shared with Theme Thursday #Bubbles
Poets United Pantry #87
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This made me smile, a truism but funny nonetheless 🙂
I love this…
great use of the prompt.
Peace,
Siggi in Downeast Maine
Awesome photos that capture the essence of bubbles and your words are icing on the top.
A couple of very nice shots there.
I hate it when that happens.
Happy TT!
Good melding of mood, picture and language. Excellent.
lovely images and words…
I so love bubbles……lovely images in your poem.
Soap and the mixture of glycerine adds a little more life to the bubbles.
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.
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.
They do exist out there. Don’t let them burst your bubble! 🙂
I like the double meaning at the end.
Nice…and true.
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.