the beautiful bubble is born
it bounds it bobbles it bounces
but by being its best it
Bursts
some second simple suds
structured as spherical soapy shell
stretch and strain suddenly it
Snaps
enter an enthusiastic extra
even though each is ephemeral
exuding elegance ere it
Erupts
perhaps pursuing persistence
permitting the punishing product
of perfection it promptly
Pops
a last lump of liquid light
lovingly leaps into limited life
it leads a lucky lot as it
.
lands
In the online version, I have an image here displaying how I'd like this poem to look if I were a better artist. This is partially to test whether it'll automatically post the image to Facebook, but also because I enjoy my bad artwork. :)
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