Blowing Bubbles Poem by Paul Holmes

Carried on a soft whisper
Of a breeze
Little bubbles float aloft,
Delighting little children
With such simple pleasures;
A kaleidoscope of colours
Swirl around in circles
In rich fluidity
Of amethyst
And jade,
Sapphire
And gold;
Sadly, soon
Obliterated,
Erased out of existence.

Lips tremble,
But smiles
Return again
As soon as
Lips are pursed,
A gentle breath
Gives birth
To another
Gem of wonder -

A Bubble,
A Child’s rainbow globe;
Tenuous, momentary,
But a dream
Of beautiful fragility
That captivates
A sense of wonder.


Generations come and go
But this thrill will never die.