Bubbles, a poem

Bubbles

Hope for the best,
prepare for the worst;
assume you are blessed,
know you may be cursed.

Forget every test,
each role you rehearsed;
we all come to rest,
the last as the first.

And all we invest
is likewise dispersed,
so laugh at life’s jest
when your bubbles burst.

Stephen Brooke ©2025

A bit of light verse; little more than playing with words.

The Deep Grass

what might I seek
if I am seen to wander
across the hills?

it is no great matter ~
I have lost only my way

I may find it hidden
somewhere in the deep grass
of yesterday

Stephen Brooke ©2025

Sort of in the tradition of Japanese linked poems. Some of those go on for quite a few more lines than this, sometimes with multiple authors!