This morning I am waking up with Thomas. His mother is on a work trip, so I am being Mamére. Thomas is fascinated by bubbles. He has a bubble blower and a collection of bubble wands. Early in the morning, this is his outside play time in between bites of cereal.
I wrote 3 poems for Two Truths and a Fib, an anthology by Bridget Magee. In that book, I have a bubble metaphor poem, acrostic, and Fibonacci poem. Since another fascination of Thomas’s is numbers, I decided to write another Fib poem. The syllable count follows the sequence, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8 (and so on, if you choose).
Bubbles
Trapped
Margaret Simon, draft
Air
circles
in the wind
caught in a rainbow–
A fascinating wonderland.I invite you to write a small poem today. Please respond to other writers with kind encouragement. Thanks for stopping by.
“caught in a rainbow” What a wonderful place to be.
Little feet
slap, slap, slap
across the planks
where are you going little feet?
where do the rainbow bubbles take you today?
Linda, I edited the comment for line breaks. I hope it looks like you wanted it to.
love “slap, slap, slap”
Linda, I love the idea of the bubbles taking Thomas into imaginative play places! (I borrowed your sweet rainbow for my poem today.)
Rainbow from you and Margaret, I just realized.
Little feet
Slap, slap, slap-
Words that bring back happy memories!
Margaret, how fun that Thomas gets to be there with you for this special, memorable time. I was just smiling about him going in and out of the house eating cereal and then blowing bubbles. So cute! (I wrote a trinet today.)
“Once more,
please, Mamére!
I can eat and rainbow today.”
Bubbles on the deck in jammies
Sweet start
Smile creator
Wonder maker
Thanks for the tribute to my boy today. He is in constant pretend play. It’s fun to watch.
Thomas certainly is a “smile creator”
Rainbow as a verb! Brilliant!
Love watching kids with bubbles! It’s as if they, as well as the bubbles, are “caught in a rainbow.”
a burst of bubbles
a magic flick of a wand
make the morning grand
Rose, I love “burst of bubbles” and “magic flick.” I have witnessed the magic in a bubble-making flick of the wrist when a child learns to do that. Nice thoughts today!
Thanks, Denise.
Simple joys shared with sweet little boys and girls do make a morning grand!
How great to be Mamere, sharing the wonderlands your grandson discovers! And to create poems to remember the moments.
I tried a nonet:
BUBBLES
Globes
Of soap
Filled with air
Reflecting light
Making bright rainbows
Spreading wonder and joy
Landing, lingering… and then
Pop! Gone as quick as they appeared-
Wave the wand, magic happens once more
What a perfect description of bubbles, and how quickly they are gone. Love landing, lingering …pop!
Wonderful nonet, Diane! A perfect progression – love that magic wand at the end that brings it all back again.