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Mid-morning ,
I found a child’s ball
which
I duly returned
over
an adjoining wall.
That afternoon,
soap bubbles
and
squeals of delight
drifted
from the same spot.
It grieved me
that I could
neither retrieve
nor
return the lot.
© by Gerard Coughlan.
Used here with the author’s permission
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Gerard Coughlan lives in Cork City, Ireland. He has always loved poetry as an art form and has written all his life. Gerard says his chosen themes are many and varied, but he strives to include the magnificence of nature in many of his works. Gerard’s work has been featured in journals and on the radio; his influences have been Philip Larkin, Patrick Kavanagh, Gerard Manley Hopkins, Eavan Boland, and John Betjeman, among others.
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Joan Luther:
Theres something very happy and inspiring about bubbles! Thank you for sharing your words!
Posted 07/10/2022 02:06 PM
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Larry Schug:
It also shows grace to "gracefully I do" accept a gift given freely-especially bubbles! I do like the idea from schoolbussmart. Neat poem.
Posted 07/10/2022 12:14 PM
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Lori Levy:
Beautifully expressed.
Posted 07/10/2022 09:42 AM
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cork:
We rejoice in the play of children. Slainte!
Posted 07/10/2022 09:27 AM
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KinVT:
This poem left me wondering. How deep were the authors musings in the last lines? Aging without the presence of youthful joy?
Im now determined to get out the bubbles this afternoon and indulge until I achieve squeals of delight.
Thank you for a delightful poem-with delightful imagery.
Posted 07/10/2022 08:30 AM
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Michael:
Like the simplicity and joy in this poem. So true about life itself. Nicely captured Gerard.
Posted 07/10/2022 08:22 AM
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mail@schoolbusmart.com:
I get it, good poem, but I'd be out to find a bubble maker and blow some bubbles back over to the kids next door. Randy Mazie
Posted 07/10/2022 08:20 AM
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