Written for:  April 2022 PAD Challenge - Day 9

"Write a breaking poem."

Blowing bubbles in air
Rainbow rhythms that linger
Only for a moment, then vanish.
Kind of like brain cells dying.
Ever wonder where they go?  Could they become
New energy in our atmosphere?

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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