I rarely commit poetry, but this one just came into being inside me upon reading a friend’s sad news and it needed writing down.
Bubbles
They hang on for a long as they can.
(if you don’t believe me, then you don’t understand
the whole picture – it’s not just strength or structure
it’s about the spirit, inner strength, love)
Slipping between solid rainbows and slowly thinning atoms thick smoke
And suddenly they’re gone, pop!
But not, son, before they think of you one last time.