Glistening orbs
Dance on air
Drifting skyward
Without a care
Iridescent spheres
Shimmering bright
Reflecting prisms
In the sunlight
Luminous globes
Fragile and frail
Constructed of
A diaphanous veil
Fleeting bubbles
Bursting free
Illusive sight
Imparting glee
Born in Wilmington Delaware in the early 1950’s, Ann Christine Tabaka has been writing poems and rhymes since her Junior High years. She lives with her husband and two cats and was a Fine Arts Major in college.
I concur with the measure of a man or woman is not by ego-fed ascendancy such as money or social…
These are both excellent poems Paul. I especially enjoyed “The Measure,” and agree with its message 1,000 percent. Nicely done!
Joe, I very much enjoyed both of these masterful translations of two enchanting sonnets by a poet unfamiliar to me.…
Forgive the pun, but this is a haunting piece of poetry, full of atmosphere and showing craft and care.
Sharlie, this a wonderful personal poem and reflection of your precious relationship with your father. I can identify with that,…
A joyful way to start the day (didn’t mean to rhyme) !
Well done!
I love the rhyme, and I do it all the time myself! THANK YOU Joe!
What a beautiful piece – seemingly so simple but so intricate and carefully formed – perfect.
Thank you Ann for inspiring me.
You honor me Trevor! Thank you so kindly!
Greetings for the day!
Short and beautiful – the poem travels straight to the heart.
Regards
Thank you so much Satyananda, I am grateful for your kind words!
Cute poem. All you need is bubbles to forget your troubles. And I meant for that to rhyme. (That was for you, Joe.)
The more I read this poem, the more I want to go out into the sunshine and blow some bubbles. Calling it “cute” does not go far enough. It is beautiful.
Why thank you so much David. I still love blowing bubbles in the sunshine, and I am 67 years old! I appreciate your lovely compliment!
What a lovely light relief. Thank you.
I enjoyed reading “Bubbles”! (You know “Bubbles” is a successful poem when it prompts a reader to feel as if she’s on the set of the Lawrence Welk show!) I look forward to reading more of your work.
E. V.