Effervesce this cold
sky into something
that makes sense,
in with balloon moon,
Blow me true
north, Love. This breeze
is begging for a new
toast, a quiet boasting
It’s time for the Quadrille over at dVerse, and I’m bartending. 🙂 Come on over and give us 44 words, inducing some semblance of the word “bubble.”
Ha, some days bubbling oneself sane would be quite a trick….but floating on such a breeze would be a beautiful treat!
Amen, Mary. I wish it were that light and easy.
A bubbly de- light! Floating away in a fresh breeze. Bliss 🙂
Thank you, Shirley. 🙂
I love it… this is just so delightful… still tinged with some sadness, maybe bubble bursting too.. The fence of crackled stars if moons sounds like a gilded cage… don’t we all want that.
Well, now I TOTALLY want a “fence of crackled stars,” for sure. 🙂
I would LOVE to bubble myself sane!
I love all the aspects of bubble that you used, De. Beautiful and charming…loved your “fence ourselves in with balloon moon, crackled stars.”
Thanks, Gayle. I am obsessed with the sky. I can’t seem to keep it out of my words, even when the whole thing is about something else entirely. 😉
Wonderful mixture and pairing of words, De. Love this.
Thanks, Misk. 🙂
Something so bubbly about the way you write, loved this one.
Thank you so much. Yours was a bubbly delight, as well, complete with gorgeous photo!
I love that you set this up as if it’s about a pool game (cue). Or a play. “And … cue music.”
So much love for “S light sane.” 🙂
I love those cold and flu Alka-Seltzer tabs. They’re gross, but they work SO well.
“sky into something” … I would LOVE to. “Sky” is a lovely verb.
I fence myself every flipping day; I’m so sick of it.
Love: “balloon moon, crackled stars”
“Blow me true” … Ha.
“north-love (verb) this breeze”
“a quiet boasting” … beautiful phrase
I am big-time loving the word “humblebrag.”
Ohhhhh. Sky as verb. Yes, please. Pretty please? Poem, please?
I knew you’d have a blast with “blow me.” 😉
Such fun word and image choices in this. I feel like writing a poem using humblebrag. It is so oxymoronic and just feels good on the tongue!
Right? I love that new word, so much. If you do a poem, be sure to link back for me to see! 😉
You got it!
I so love the word bubble here…
& those ending lines made me sigh ~ Here’s a toast to all the mad crazy love ~
Sighing with you, Grace. 😉
Great idea, I wish I could bubble out at times. Calgon take me away
I am totally old enough to know this reference. 😉
Bubbling ourselves sounds like all sorts of fun… especially when all that flying, toasting and boasting is involved.
Thank you, Magaly. 😉 All it needs now is a little Poe. And a silly hat. 😉 I loved yours.
I love “crackled stars”—it’s such fresh imagery 🙂
Thank you. I like it when words just sort of pop out together, and demand to be a couple. 😉
Such a fun loving poem! I’m thinking they’re in a hot air balloon, and the wind is blowing them around while they’re drinking champagne! 🙂 I want to take that ride!
Ooooo. That sounds like fun! Although just the bubbly alone would probably make me dizzy…perhaps a hot air balloon ride, OR bubbly. Not both. 😉
I love these words, De. Humblebrag being the best!
Thank you, Sara. I can’t claim that one. I’ve heard it, quite a few times now. I’m not sure it’s been mashed into one word, necessarily, like that, but that’s how I roll. 😉
Fun and whimsical.
I love “bubble” as a verb. So cool. 🙂
I love “bubble” in ALL its effervescent forms. 🙂 Thank you.
i love to see the pictures your words bring…delightful…
Thank you, Sumana. I love when it works both ways…words worth a thousand pictures. 😉
Your poem is like a piece of abstract art – I love it!
I love this comment, Kim. Thank you!
It is true and you are more than welcome 😊
ThIs is bubble-icious! Some days I’d love to bubble myself sane! 🙂 Maybe by corking the bottle or by blowing in that little ring. Some days maybe call for both! 😊
Bubble baths work, too. 😉
is begging for a new
toast, a quiet boasting
Let the breeze go to do its own thing. It serves its purpose in its natural surroundings!
YES. I am a big fan of the breeze. I listen, often.
First you’re over here…
Then you’re over there…
You bubble and effervesce all over de place!
Quite nicely, I might add.
Awwww. Thank you, Sir. Your poetic presence makes me happy.
Bubbling myself sane might be interesting…as long as no bursts that bubble…
Oh, gorgeous! No-one smiths the words like you.
of human horns..