My middle daughter’s son, my middle grandchild, turned 2 yesterday. “Mamoo” (his version of Mamére) bought a set of bubbles and wands for his family birthday party. It’s fascinating when a child learns to blow bubbles. Often the blow is too fast for the bubble to form. The bubble set came with a variety of instruments for making bubbles. I hit the Walmart $5 Jackpot with this set. “Tuffy” (the nickname Thomas gave to himself) was able to blow more slowly through the pipe and watch the bubble form. This helped him blow with the wand. Bubble success! Then he was on to something else.
I, however, stayed focused on getting a photo of a bubble. I am posting the best of the bunch. I find the colors magical.
There is a rainbow
Margaret Simon, draft
of magic
inside a bubble
blown by a boy
learning
to blow.
Reflections on the Teche 
oooh! I caught the photo before jumping in the car to go to school. I will have to respond to other posters much later today.
Love the idea of magic…which led me to divining.
Divining
Inside this bubble
I see
a tree
a family
a cloudy sky
Three sides
of a perfect day
orderedby the blue, green
pink and yellow light
Inside this bubble
You sure can turn a phrase early in the morning. I love the circle pattern of this poem and all the things you see. Lovely!
I also love the ending swinging back to the opening…lots of beauty in that bubble!
Love that you share what you see inside the bubble, I was captured by that too, but didn’t go there—There’re so many layers of wonder in this small image… thanks Linda!
I love how you see so many things in that rainbow of a bubble!
The title is interesting and leads to what you see inside and outside the bubble.
How to Be a Magician
Grasp your wand.
Puff, puff, puff until
a bubble grows.
Wave your wand.
Let your magic
float to the sky.
–Buffy Silverman
The magic in your poem inspired mine, Margaret. The photos you’ve posted of those gorgeous grandkids always make me smile And today I realized that I have something in common with Tuffy–I gave myself the nickname Buffy when I was around two because I could not pronounce Bethie (or so the story goes!)
And I can see the magic unfolding before us in your poem Buffy, thanks!
Magic floating to the sky – what a lovely image!
Wonderful poem in conversation with mine! And I am so happy to learn the origin of your name.
I do love a good, “how to” poem and this one has magic AND bubbles…extra good!
I really like the idea of magic floating to the sky, Buffy.
Your poem and post is filled with wonder and joy, thanks Margaret and Tuffy for the inspiration!
JOYICIOUS!
Bublicious
delicious
magical-momentary-colors,
childicious
delicious—
Keep those
uninhibicious
creations
coming,
Thankuicious!
Fun word play, Michelle!
What a bublicious magnificent word play poem!
Bublicious is such a wonderful word to start this poem. What follows is pure fun with words.
I was inspired by the alliteratve “b” words in your poem, Margaret. When I looked at the photo, I saw a bug –
The Rainbow Bug
I spy a bug,
a big bug,
a bubble bug
with a rainbow belly
creeping along the bricks.
Love the alliteration of b words.
That’s fun rose, what a lovely bug!
oooooh bubble bug needs to be it’s own book for babies.
Yes, I saw a shape too, Rose. I like the descriptor, rainbow belly and the verb creeping that makes the bubble a very large bug.
neon-hued summer
bubbling among the weeds
magical moments
bursting with artful colors
fanciful passage to fall
Margaret, your poem is delightful. I can picture your grandson intrigued by the colorful bubble. There is a magical tone to your poem. Someday Thomas will love to read what you wrote.