Just For You Poetry

Swirling in oily rainbowing movement
the bubble traps time, wraps beauty around
eternity and vibrates in fluidity.

In cell of restraint a soapy space-jailor
encases creativity with fragile layer outside
making globular skin for a while.

Look and see tightly fit momentarily
to tiny sphere is delightful potential caught
like a universe in its womb.

Hues stand still and breathless they
wait as entombed scenic impressions paint
a glassy see-through world.

Then it bursts and lets fall what was
first indescribable now disappeared yet in
the mind bubble-wonder survives.

A beautiful and enchanting description of what i thought was just a "bubble", i shall never look at one in the same way again now that i have read your lovely words Fay....i shall now take the time to savour these little balls of magic.. thank you

Yes Stella - a miracle to lift our spirits is the humble bubble -- So glad you liked the little tribute I composed after seeing one rising to a fair height and giving me long enough to get a good look. Thank you for your encouraging comment.

An enjoyable read Fay, as magical as I personally find bubbles. Lovely and poetic expressions.