Surly sky cannot belie
the bubble of happiness as we,
cocooned in warmth and comfort
of friendship, look out
over pewter sea,
when suddenly appears
a gaggle of horses and riders
to splash along the tideline.
Child giggles with delight
and shares her glee.
dVerse wants a poem of exactly 44 words around the word bubble
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Nature feels
her bubble
oF liFe
never
bursting
frEE as shores oF
see..:)
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Sweet moment to treasure! We can never get too many of these “bubbles of happiness” in our lives.
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Oh, what a happy experience indeed!
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lovely!
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A wonderful vignette, Viv! So much is 44 words! And the photos add so much in conjunction.
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Love this! The picture of the girl laughing with her grandfather (I presume?) is delightful!
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We are honorary grandparents to this lovely 7-y-old, having known her all her life. Her real grandparents were with us as well as her parents.
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Nothing wrong with being honorary grandparents! (A child can never have too much love in their life!)
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The first line has a touch of Shakespeare – I love this poem!
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Wow, thank you – the comparison may go to my head!
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This is wonderful poetry. The pewter sea is my favorite.
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“Surly sky” + “Pewter sea”—both are such vivid images that bring the scene to life 🙂
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Love every bit of this poem, especially the sounds of the last two lines. Precious. 🙂
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Charming, Viv. You captured the shared glee between friends very sweetly. I like how it came “bubbling” out of the grayness.
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What a great snapshot. Vividly expressed. Loved it.
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Cloudy skies don’t have to burst your bubble. it wells up from within, thanks for a lesson learned
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Love the bubble of happiness, Viv. Your quadrille makes me smile.
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Love the warmth and happiness shared by the two ~ And sweet picture too Viv ~
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You captured some beautiful images Viv, enjoyed your take…
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That first line is just so enchanting, and so much fun to say. What a wonderful slice of memory, bubbling over with joy.
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This so enchanting.. The picture and image of the horses… Bubble to make you happy,,, and I love the word gaggle.
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I love the poem and that picture is delightful.
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I could see the smiles and hear the laughter.
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I have a wonderful memory of a vacation like this when I was a teen–riding horses bareback in the ocean off of Catalina Island. Lovely use of the form.
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Lovely photo of Jock and (?) granddaughter? Your weather looks cold and miserable to you, but deliciously cool to me!
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7-y-o daughter of some lovely friends (I taught them English)
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Lovely poem and photos Viv. Were they taken at your windy/rainy seaside lunch yesterday?
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Thanks, yes.
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