Poems? Here's one I made earlier.
The Boy and the Bubble
Seeing a bubble in the sky
One bright and breezy day
Which shivers and dips, then glides on high
Along its airy way
The carefree boy looks up surprised
Dazzled by what he sees:
A golden orb unrecognized
Asparkle in the trees.
One moment flashes red as fire
Again, then green as glass;
The bubble gleams in light attire
Soft settled in the grass.
Dull to the world, just half-aware
It tempts the boy so much
For he must feel; not stay and stare
The bubble he must touch.
Possessed, with greedy eye he doats;
He prays and then he pounces.
The bubble winks then up it floats
And on his head it bounces.
It drifts quite low, soon up it bobs
And high with the wind it rides:
He scrambles over earth and sobs
Whilst easily this bubble glides.
The boy pursues the sunny sphere
Until the sun sinks low
The bubble hovers lightly near
Till home the boy must go.
But as the bubble drifts away
The feeble twilight shows
The sphere - grey by end of day
Soft settling in a rose.
So over the evening rose he stands,
A-trembling at first:
He cups the bubble in his hands ...
Of course: the bubble burst!
Copyright by Gledwood 2007
Actually it was written in 1990.
In emulation of Goethe.
(How intellectual was that*??!)
(*'case you've not recognized by now: "intellectual" is a word I apply to lettuce sandwiches as much as great tomes of literary endeavour.)
The above pome struck me as such a good parody of that Victorian kinda nursery-rhyme verse... on re-reading I felt it quite accomplished in that sense ...
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