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#1
I was born a bubble

from spittle-chased lips I slipped

blown into being on a raspberry breeze

I rose over summer gardens, weightless on giggles

meniscus glistening with twirling colours

welcomed by my mother’s arms

I aged on her palm
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#2
I love this! Great sounds, wonderful imagery - in particular 'raspberry breeze' - and somehow, without even saying it, you made me see a bubble burst in my palm. I also like the movement on your poem - from lips into a breeze over gardens, and back to close focus. Thank you for the read.

Maybe you could make it 'from spittle-chased lips I slipped;' as the comma makes a pause in the line that holds up my reading.
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(10-20-2012, 07:04 AM)just mercedes Wrote:  I love this! Great sounds, wonderful imagery - in particular 'raspberry breeze' - and somehow, without even saying it, you made me see a bubble burst in my palm. I also like the movement on your poem - from lips into a breeze over gardens, and back to close focus. Thank you for the read.

Maybe you could make it 'from spittle-chased lips I slipped;' as the comma makes a pause in the line that holds up my reading.

Nice one, will do, thanks for commenting
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#4
Wow, what a great piece. Every line was just a treat to read. I agree that the way the poem floated and swelled before settling back down was a great touch
PS. If you can, try your hand at giving some of the others a bit of feedback. If you already have, thanks, can you do some more?
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(10-20-2012, 06:54 AM)TimeOnMyHands Wrote:  
I was born a bubble
from spittle-chased lips I slipped
blown into being on a raspberry breeze
I rose over summer gardens, weightless on giggles
meniscus glistening with twirling colours
welcomed by my mother’s arms
I aged on her palm
an excellent little poem and bubble.
nothing to add apart from you can write
everything and then align it all once
in order to save a lot of work Big Grin though at the moment it's broke Sad
and now it's fixed Tongue


thanks for a bright and refreshing read Smile
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(10-20-2012, 04:27 PM)billy Wrote:  
(10-20-2012, 06:54 AM)TimeOnMyHands Wrote:  
I was born a bubble
from spittle-chased lips I slipped
blown into being on a raspberry breeze
I rose over summer gardens, weightless on giggles
meniscus glistening with twirling colours
welcomed by my mother’s arms
I aged on her palm
an excellent little poem and bubble.
nothing to add apart from you can write
everything and then align it all once
in order to save a lot of work Big Grin though at the moment it's broke Sad
and now it's fixed Tongue


thanks for a bright and refreshing read Smile

How can you tell I centered each line ? do you see the matrix ?
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#7
if you click on the reply button in the post you see all the code as well as words. Smile
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#8
Light, refreshing, as someone else put it, and I too enjoyed the slightly irrational 'raspberry breeze'. I was, rather sadly, thrown into chaos by not knowing whether your meniscus was concave or convex.

The only part which troubled me a little was the punch-line. even though I rather like it. cannot explain further, as I do not know what is on my mind.

Wink
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(11-13-2012, 10:47 AM)abu nuwas Wrote:  Light, refreshing, as someone else put it, and I too enjoyed the slightly irrational 'raspberry breeze'. I was, rather sadly, thrown into chaos by not knowing whether your meniscus was concave or convex.

The only part which troubled me a little was the punch-line. even though I rather like it. cannot explain further, as I do not know what is on my mind.

Wink

To the eye of the beholder I would be convexed but if you travelled inside me you would see my concaved insides. I first thought to die on her palm but in the life span of a bubble, bursting is only a transition to another state and thus implies aging. Thanks for your comments much apprieciated.
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(10-20-2012, 06:54 AM)TimeOnMyHands Wrote:  
I was born a bubble
from spittle-chased lips I slipped
blown into being on a raspberry breeze
I rose over summer gardens, weightless on giggles
meniscus glistening with twirling colours
welcomed by my mother’s arms
I aged on her palm

I love this, it's delightful!
Thanks for sharing it Smile
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#11
(11-13-2012, 10:00 AM)Luna C. Moon Wrote:  
(10-20-2012, 06:54 AM)TimeOnMyHands Wrote:  
I was born a bubble
from spittle-chased lips I slipped
blown into being on a raspberry breeze
I rose over summer gardens, weightless on giggles
meniscus glistening with twirling colours
welcomed by my mother’s arms
I aged on her palm


This is the first poem I have read on this site and what a wonderfully well constructed and refreshing read it is too.

I don't want to sound too fawny on my first day, but that was a delight.

Much appreciate Luna C and welcome to the Pen
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