Life

[Keith]

a sad one indeed.

It is, thanks Billy

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oh

From the ephemeral, childlike image of the bubble to the tiny, palm-sized idea, this is perfect.

Thanks Leanne, much appreciated. Keith

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The bubble burst too soon,
from spittle-chased lips she slipped,
blown into being on a blighted breeze,
soul danced over summer gardens,
weightless with early complications,
cradled in a falling feathers sway, feather's
breathless to her mother’s arm,
she aged as an idea in my palm.

....but that's it. Beautifully constructed from words dipped in glitter. Sometimes I get to read someone else's thoughts. It is a privilege. Thanks.
Very best,
tectak

Many thanks tectak for the kinds words and feather's. Keith

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Beautifuly done Kieth.
You've captured so much in such a short space - image rich yet fleeting... which in itself is a re-statment of the title and poem thread. This is a poignant read brilliantly done.
AJ.

Thanks AJ it's a bit heavy this one, thanks for your kind words. Keith