Iris Blade Poet Free verse

Bubbles and Jazz

False clouds float past
A child swipes at one
Violet eyed dewdrops
Stick to our skin
And fall from the sky
Billowing shapes twinkle and vanish
We talk to those who aren't there
Music comes beyond the waves
And it could be our souls
Humming in pure delight
The air tastes of an old memory
But this one is new
Staring at now 
We are outside time
In a place of flying rainbows
And
Heartbeat music
Her eyes try to hold
Now.
And I see them
Overflow.
I spin her and we laugh
Chasing after cotton candy clouds
Like we chase after us.
They disappear
And we stand
The waves becoming our heart
And the music our soul.

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Chris Green November 29, 2017 at 11:06 AM Incredible, how you paint such wondrous scenes with words amazes me. Move this one to the top of the list. :) Iris Blade November 29, 2017 at 8:34 PM Thank you so much Chris. Have a nice day!

Eileen Manassian August 24, 2017 at 2:14 AM So many lines to intrigue and enthrall. I loved the line..the air tastes of an old memory. I also loved the build up till the last line. :) Leaves one happy and content. Iris Blade August 28, 2017 at 1:51 PM Thank you so much! I'm glad you enjoyed this poem. At the time I was in California with my friend. There was an old lady blowing bubbles and an aged man playing the saxophone. It was truly a perfect moment.