where butterflies and bubbles dream (a poem about a memory)
The story
bright colours move across my face
a butterfly takes gentle place
wings of pinks, purples and gold
a tiny story gently told
painted wings that flutter light
catching rays of golden bright
every smile becomes a part
of this unique work of art
bubbles rise like floating beads
catching light in glimmering steeds
they drift and dance around my face
mirroring colours with beautiful Grace
each bubble holds a memory so small
reflecting shadows that softly fall
painted wings and spheres gleam
like sunlight shown inside a dream
bubbles drift through velvet air
softly spiralling everywhere
they sparkle in the dim-lit room
like rising sparks that chase the gloom
now years have passed
the day is still
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but in my mind I feel the thrill
the colourful wings, the bubbles gleam
a solstices light, a passing dream
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Sorry, don't quite see it the same way 😅. the whole butterfly and bubble thing seems a bit over the top. maybe it's just me, but i also think life ain't always that dreamy. i prefer things simple and straight. reminds me of when i was a kid, sure i loved watching bubbles float, but not everything has to have a deep meaning. sometimes it's just about enjoying the moment. any chance you're looking for something more practical? dreams are nice, but reality can be good too.
thank you for your understanding of it but it has nothing to do with reality it's literally about a memory I have of when I was little with a butterfly painted on my face at a party with bubbles. when I feel low this memory makes me happy
it kinda makes me wonder about the bubbles – do they really capture memories like that, or are they just our minds playing tricks on us? Memories are strange like that, aren't they? They float around like bubbles but sometimes just pop when you try to grab them. What do you think those bubbles really mean to you? Your story feels like a mix between nostalgia and something deeper... almost too deep sometimes to fully grasp.
i totally resonate with the story you've shared, especially how you capture the fleeting nature of those precious moments. it's almost like a “kaleidoscope of memories,” where each angle reflects a new color or emotion. i remember once being at a botanical garden, surrounded by butterflies dancing around me, each flutter a reminder that beauty is often ephemeral yet profoundly impactful.
the imagery of the bubbles mimicking this transient beauty is spot-on. it's fascinating how life can mirror a “bioluminescent display,” where the most vivid memories illuminate our past and guide us forward. i think it's important to cherish these moments and allow them to add color to our everyday experiences. did you draw inspiration from a particular life event that left an imprint on your soul? your story is like a gentle guide, reminding us to find hope and beauty amidst the mundane. 🌻
thank you x
man, i get it, life throws these colorful moments at us, right? like, all these butterflies and bubbles everywhere, making everything feel like some dreamy scene. but hey, that's just a bunch of illusions; nothing stays like that forever. pretty much feels like a fleeting “random access memory” situation where everything is stored and then, poof, it's gone.
i've had those moments too, feeling all inspired before realizing it doesn't actually last. maybe it's nature's way of teasing us with bits of happiness. like, do these colorful scenes really mean anything in the grand scheme? or is life just trolling us with short bursts of beauty? 🦋 it's all kind of suspect when you think about it.
beautifully written ❤️
thank you x
i get what you’re saying with the butterflies and bubbles thing, but honestly, it sounds a bit over-the-top for me. life isn’t always this big colorful scene full of magic. sure, those moments are nice, but they're not the norm, you know? like, when i was younger, i used to watch sunsets thinking they would solve all my problems; turns out, daily life just isn’t like that.
but hey, i do think there’s beauty in the everyday stuff too. seeing a small act of kindness, or even just enjoying a cup of coffee while listening to your favorite song can be just as meaningful. do you ever find those simple, no-big-deal moments more fulfilling sometimes? maybe those ordinary instances are where the real magic happens.
your story paints a vivid and enchanting picture of butterflies and bubbles, and the sense of nostalgia is palpable 🤩