I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world,
to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

Some of these poems are autobiographical, some are entirely fictional, and some are a mixture of both. The intention is art rather than self-expression. I don't allow factual details to get in the way of poetry! (I do seek emotional truth.) They are works in progress, and may be subject to revision without notice. Completed versions appear in my books. Nevertheless copyright applies to all texts found here. Copyright also applies to almost all photos posted here, most of which are my own, though a few are licensed under Creative Commons.
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7 October 2011

Girl Blowing Bubbles

Hard to see the girl
behind the bubbles she’s blowing
brightly filling the air.
Her face is covered 
in sparkling globes
that pour, more and more,
from her breath.

Look closely though
and you’ll see,
in the lifted arm
the straight head
the intensity of her stance,
how focused she is.
Nothing else exists

for her but the light she creates
over and over and over
floating away on the air
and being replaced.
I don’t need to see her face
to know her expression,
or to remember she’s me.


  1. Makes me want to blow bubbles but the only ones I have access to right now are liver-flavored for the dogs! Lovely. Like the ending.

  2. Thanks for the tip, Rosemary. A haiku has a variety of other extended forms near enough to it but not quite. Still trying to remember them.


  3. Cute... I like how you've identified with the girl hiding behind the bubbles :-)

  4. Blowing bubbles was one of my favourite occupations as a child! :)

  5. Ethereal, beautiful bubbles: I love your interpretation.

  6. Me too :)
    I can still become absorbed in such things, thank goodness for my children that allow me the time to indulge in these simple pleasures as an adult :)

  7. Even the memory is pleasurable. :)

    Thank you both for the comments.