Poetry if the disorder of bubbles
in a bubble bath,
disintegrating,
forming and reforming,
from a spooky ghost
to a
bunny moving in a carriage,praying to the heavens.
in a bubble bath,
disintegrating,
forming and reforming,
from a spooky ghost
to a
bunny moving in a carriage,praying to the heavens.
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Re: Bubble Bath Poetry
Thu, March 18, 2004 - 4:52 PMconcealing, then revealing
hidden, and unhidden
relaxing, and soothing
with the memories of youth
but even an adult can enjoy
alone
or with someone else -
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Re: Bubble Bath Poetry
Fri, March 19, 2004 - 12:36 AMWater slides slick
over soft pale skin.
Bubbles disperse and reform
to create new worlds
new meaning
within the world of tile,
refracting pale flickering light.
I watch shadows dance along my skin.
My legs submerge down below
only to emerge again
newly covered in bubblely happiness.
The bubbles slide away from my slick skin to
return to familiar territories
of the bubble hills and crevices that is my bathtub.
My small white world within a world.
How I love bath time. -
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Re: Bubble Bath Poetry
Fri, March 19, 2004 - 5:50 PMfloating,
soaring,
as though flying on the winds
lost among the clouds -
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Re: Bubble Bath Poetry
Fri, July 9, 2004 - 2:52 PMmmmmm
mmmmm
mmmmm
mmmmmelting
mmmmmeeee
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