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Clay pipes give birth to bouncing orbs
frolicking, glassy, soapy, slippery delights
chased by golden haired cherubs who shriek
with merriment and poke chubby fingers
at balls of glistening wetness
suspended spheres of liquid light
bump onto dog's noses who snap at empty air
as helter skelter, they fly
high into a teasing breeze
as pop! and their short lives
are quickly ended in wet patches
on a neighbor's driveway..
as startled children say
'Is that all there is?'

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Date: 2/5/2009 7:55:00 AM
Valerie, this is such a wonderful read. I still love making bubbles. We usually keep a big bottle of the stuff on our porch through the nice weather. Always fun, even for the big kids! Great write! Thank you for your thoughtful comments! Love, Robin
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Date: 2/4/2009 6:29:00 PM
I can picture this whole scene....and smile! Just one little moment can be a treasure. Nicely written, Valerie ~ Carrie
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Date: 2/4/2009 4:00:00 PM
Awesome write. I love bubbles. I actually blow catnip bubbles for my cat - hey, it's the little things in life, you know? Well, wow I can just see this scene with little kidlets and dog and the poem beginning in your mind. Turned out to be extremely excellent. Love, Shar
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Date: 2/4/2009 1:36:00 PM
What a wonderul image, I love this one, alot of metaphor can be read into this. Great work. Judy Riley
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