Soap Bubble Hearts

Our silence drip-drops

And soaks the bed sheets.

How softly it does fall and die

Right where we made love,

Right here where we lie.

In the morning, we

Straighten the folds,

Smooth out every crease,

And again, we tell ourselves that

What we feel is a kind of peace.

Love is a mirage in soap bubble hearts

This is where it all ends, and 

That is where it starts.

Reviews

[Orphic dreamer]

“ Love is a mirage in soap bubble heart“
Absolutely magical! Just this one line expresses how flawlessly you have expressed the emotions of love and the breakdown of love. I certainly cherish all the lines dependently soften and blend the entire poem! So beautiful!

[Laz K.]

Thank you for your heartwarming words!

[poetgurl]

Wow, this is deep yet emotional, nicely written

[Laz K.]

Thanks a million 😊

[Fran Marie]

Ah.. but this is nice writing
with rhyme and cadence
spot on, romance is easy when
we know how to love and be loved

nice work

[Laz K.]

Romance is easy when...it's written in our stars. :)
Thanks for reading and commenting.

[KWP]

We must love our own selves fully before we can expect another living being to do the same.

The capacity of soap bubbles is endless when sitting in a jet streamed spa.

This poem is truth. I like that.

[Laz K.]

It's often stated that we must love ourselves so that we may be loved. I think it's possible to love or be loved without that, but it will likely end in disaster as a person who is incapable of accepting (i.e. "loving") themselves will either reject the love given to them, or will be rejected as a result of self-sabotage.

Thanks for reading and commenting. :)

[Delmar Cooper]

Enjoyed reading this while trying to get my mind around the ephemeral nature of soap bubbles and the cast iron memory that is mirage.

[John the Baptist]

Don't recall this poet writing in rhyme before, but he handles it well. The metaphor of romantic love as "a mirage in soap bubble hearts" is an apt one, for that kind of love is a temporary thing. When the honeymoon is over, it's time to decide whose turn it is to take the garbage out.

[Laz K.]

The problem with temporary things - which describes everything on this earth - is that though they fall apart, their effect lasts for a long time. In that sense, they are permanent.

Thanks for reading and commenting.

[barleygirl]

This is unbelievable writing! I'm in awe! So sparse, yet vivid, just as the reality you describe (((HUGS)))

[Laz K.]

Thank you! :)

[Chris Shaw]

Soap bubbles are incredibly beautiful, but they don't last. So fragile, they burst far too soon. Love can be like that too. Wonderful metaphor here and so emotive is this fabulous write.Well done Laz. I like this one alot.

Chris

[Laz K.]

Thanks, Chris.

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

I was moved by the thoughtfulness and truth of this poem. It also reminded me of a time in my life where these words I actually lived. There are times I remember those moments with fondness for her but not with love. Just a kind of peace we brought to one another. A tender comfort. Thank you Laz for this wonderfully written piece.

[Laz K.]

"I remember those moments with fondness for her but not with love"

This line is a poem in and of itself.

Thanks for reading and commenting.

[Ruth]

What a unique poem Laz...I find your poetry is uniquely thought out :) Repetition of something, even if sacred, is not always a giver of peace, those soap bubbles are fragile things...enjoyed this piece a lot :)

[Laz K.]

Thanks, Ruth.
I appreciate you reading and commenting.