You know that fleeting moment,
In which you see a bubble,
There one minute,
Popped the next,
With little in the way of left.
***
It mimiks a wave,
Crashing on a beach,
Where we know,
For certain,
The wave wont reform.
***
Few things feel as final,
As a bubble popping,
A wave crashing,
Loved one passing,
Not to be remade again.
***
Watch that bubble closely,
Don’t let it leave your eye,
When it’s gone,
Nothing can,
Put it back together.
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So true! Savour every moment.
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read like a stream of consciousness to me, following the plight and journey of a bubble, like a moment that can’t be remade or captured again
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Very much as it felt like when writing :).
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Oh… I really like this one… profound. Happy to see you back at the Cafe!
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It was one of those poems I didn’t know I was writing until it was written. I’m glad to be back at the Cafe… 🙂 life has been hectic lately.
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Totally get it… I had to take nearly a year off, but the Cafe stayed open and for both of us, I am grateful
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Cool imagery here! It hits a profound note. Nicely, done
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Thank you 🙂
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Truth… this is really well done.
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