For Easter I brought my three-year-old grandson a dinosaur bubble blower. He went outside to blow the bubbles. I’m not sure how he figured out how to make bubbles pile up on each other. He was first doing this on the ground. Then he made this beauty on a vine. It looks like a flower of bubbles.
I wrote about bubbles in Two Truths and a Fib poetry anthology edited by Bridget Magee. I like playing with forms, so if you’d like to join me, select a form you’d like to try and go for it. Bubble up with a new poem today. Share it in the comments. Support other bubble blowers in the comments.
A Prime Number Haiku (Syllable Count= 2, 3, 5, 7, 11)
Bubble
Margaret Simon, draft
one becomes
rainbows blossoming
building hexagonal blooms
on a vine to be blown into the wind: Poof!
Last night I had the honor of participating in a Facebook video with my Poetry Friday friends. We talked about how Poetry Friday has influenced our lives and ways to use poetry in the classroom with students. I joined Laura Shovan, Heidi Mordhorst, Sylvia Vardell, Matt Forrest Esenwine, Amy Ludwig VanDerwater, Mary Lee Hahn, Janet Wong, and Irene Latham. You can view the show on Facebook at this link.
The Kidlit Progressive Poem is with Patricia Franz today.
Reflections on the Teche 
Margaret, how fun that you folks talked last night. Thanks for the link, I’m definitely going to listen in. Here’s a Fib poem about this sweet image.
A
piled
rainbow
held aloft
by a green hammock
Easter joy, memory making
The rainbow and hammock are great images, Denise!
Love green hammock. All of you give me great models for teaching my students about form and metaphor.
Blossoming blooms from bubbles – thank you, Margaret. For some reason Leo’s creation looked like a turtle to me. I wrote a cinquain:
Bubbles
build a turtle
on dewy sun-kissed vines
an iridescent traveler—
let’s go!
Love the iridescent traveler. Great imagination!
Late to the party, but had to try… thanks, Margaret, I love your blossoms of rainbows, and Poof! Denise, thank you, I am afraid I copied your hammock, but it seems just right.
Rose, yes to sun-kissed and iridescent traveler.
Here’s my attempt at counting syllables for a nonet:
Air
and soap
magically
clings to a vine
twined as a hammock
decked with leaves to support
its pink purple green mountains,
castled dreams slipp’ry with genius
enduring memory … bubble joy!!!
Yes to hammocks of purple bubble joy!
Margaret, now that I stopped to look at the picture more closely, I’m loving your “building hexagonal blooms”
Karen, “pink purple green mountains” / “castled dreams…” Such a beautiful nonet!
Rose, a turtle is a perfect metaphor for that pile of bubbles.
I love this photo! And, I needed a burst of rainbow bubbles today–didn’t know I needed it–but here it is and I do! I’m off to write a poem about these beauties.
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So beautiful. Thanks for sharing.
How can one
be sad
when they
cast their eyes
upon a bubble
Blossoming?