Ok. Thanks for the feedback. I wasn’t sure. Again, it’s an old one. I watched my kids stomping on bubbles and this poem was supposed to turn it into a metaphor for what we are doing to the planet.
Okay, thanks for that. I enjoyed it anyway. Sometimes a poem is like an abstract painting where even if we don’t know what is going on, we can appreciate the artistic skill that’s gone into it.
Out of the Cave 
Not sure what’s going on here. It has a psychodelic feel to it.
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Ok. Thanks for the feedback. I wasn’t sure. Again, it’s an old one. I watched my kids stomping on bubbles and this poem was supposed to turn it into a metaphor for what we are doing to the planet.
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Okay, thanks for that. I enjoyed it anyway. Sometimes a poem is like an abstract painting where even if we don’t know what is going on, we can appreciate the artistic skill that’s gone into it.
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You had me at “iridescent planet”. What a good metaphor for the delicate, fleeting nature of childhood!
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Ooh. I like that take. It wasn’t my intention but it’s a great interpretation!
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Made me think of breaking glass, so sure I see where this was going. I liked it!
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Thanks. 🙂
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