Blasted
Airhead
By Rowan Finley Published about a month ago • Updated about a month ago • 1 min read
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I am a bubble,
floating and gloating,
in the gracious, fastidious air,
without a care!
When I pop, I pop,
there’s nothing to stop it.
I smile at the sun,
smirking fun.
I know I’m short-lived and simple,
opposite of many a stubborn pimple.
I was brought into existence by a child,
under umbrella, utterly unbeguiled.
Now, running free and fast,
until I hit a windy, wicked, beautiful blast!
About the Creator
Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. Aspiring licensed mental health counselor. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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Comments (4)
What perfect fun and delight
It's blasted.
Delightful! ‘ I smile at the sun, smirking fun.’ We used large star shaped wands & thick bubble mixture… they floated 80 m down wind from our upstairs verandah… wonderful!
Oh bubbles - with little or big paddles or small blowers. Fun to do but not when they pop on you!