Bubbles
Bubbles
Bound to the ground,
no space to move around.
How free are these bubbles,
relieved from every troubles.
Not thinking about small life,
leaving behind all signs of strife.
Shining in the glory of sun rays,
living in every moment not wasting days.
Cat reflecting my feelings in her stare,
cursing tedious life and admiring bubbles' glare.
This post is linked to Five Sentence Fiction (Bubbles), and Three Word Wednesday #438 (waste, reflect, tedious)
I want to do that, sitting and admiring things I like. An easy escape from monotonous life.
ReplyDeleteCat reflecting my feelings in her stare,
ReplyDeletecursing tedious life and admiring bubbles' glare.
Even though one has troubles of one's own there is still a silver lining! Truly said Cifar!
Hank
This makes me think of the song, "Tiny Bubbles,"n :o)
ReplyDeleteVery nicely composed...great use of the prompts !!!
ReplyDeleteHow free it is to sit like that...your poem reflects that perfect photo!
ReplyDeletemundane can get us thinking what you so amazingly portrayed in your piece here...awesomely written for the prompt :)
ReplyDeletevery well composed Kashif :-) how free are those bubbles... :-) wow!
ReplyDeleteYou've done well! Handling two challenges at once, and making a it a poem on top of that!
ReplyDeleteNice to be a bubble without any trouble :)
ReplyDeleteNice poem!
I envy the cat. Wish I could sit still and stare at the floating colourful bubbles.
ReplyDeleteWonderful!
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed the play of words (and of course the photo---what a capture)!
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