I saw some bubbles on my walk today. The water and air gave them form, the wind gave them life – they seemed to be in community, I was pulling for the two who were drawn to each other to get along, and maybe live happily ever after, but one popped and the other moved on, to chase the rest.
The Start of a small poem popped into my head soon after, like an echo.
Maybe that’s where bubbles go when they pop – they become ideas somewhere else.
The Bubble was
A curious thing
It wandered about
Without a wing
I wondered where
It willed to be
*
So sorry to say
I will now
Never see.
Such beautiful thoughts of a bubble. Sets the mind to floating ever so nicely Mike 😊
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Thank you Suzanne 🙂 These ones were actually puddle-bound but very lively – By the time I left several of them appeared to be considering leaving their puddle and crossing the street… to where, I will never know…
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How delightful. I sense a story here… stories are absolutely everywhere, aren’t they Mike 😊
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