I am a fresh blown bubble,
Just born with lots of care.
I'm undecided if I'll burst
Or fly into the air.
I'm yellow, blue, some red and green
Six inches is my size.
I hover round the patio
But the sky is still my prize.
I've almost hit a garden chair,
I've just skimmed past a fence.
I've cleared some hedges and a shed,
I wobble as I dance.
And now I'm soaring, Oh! so high,
I never will come down.
I've cleared the eaves of houses
And I'm heading into town!
Goodbye young child way down below,
The world now lies in store.
But a cheeky bird just pecked at me
And now I am no more!
(View 'A Bubble' by Joe Hughes on You Tube also!)
Hey, Joe - I like your style! Light and carefree, with an easy flow and nice rhyme. My kind of poetry. Love the perspective of the bubble as though it were a live entity. Nice work! Linda
You write some pretty good poems and this is one of them. Have you ever seen a bird peck a bubble or was that just poetic license?
Oh how sweet and precious is this? ? You captured my mind driftiing with the bubble so cleverly and gentley touched my heart as I could feel the drifting with such color and anticiapation of wonder..... Excellent Bonnie Collins
Your poems are very appealing and you do a nice job of building simple visuals into large themes. Your rhyme scheme and meter make me envision and beautiful children's book about bubbles that the parents can also enjoy. Nice writing style. Great writing and fun reading. Thanks.
Bringing a bubble to life, if short in length! Wonderfully done!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Haahah, very cool and fun write! Great pick-me-up after a trying day, thank you! Lee