I like Linda's intake on this one :-) And I have enjoyed this read.

Pain has it's uses. The sting is there to keep us honest. And "no more tears" is just copywriter's hype as many crying children can attest to. You know how soap bubbles multiply and divide(passion), then pop with verve? Such are dreams. But new ones take their place. Like this peice very much Jude...

Lin

º¿º Simple, yet ellegant.
Bravo mr Ace!

There is so much more here than soap or cleaniness. This has routine and how we oft get stuck in a rut in our lives. write on!

Don't try Baby Johnson or we'll miss the excitment of the image
Lovely work, Jude

"the passion of expression in soap bubbles."
Loved that! :-) ~~Nordette

How did I miss this piece? you conjuor an image all too familiar Jude, Lol methinks a shower is best.

Paul;-)

I love this one,only you could make poetry out of face washing,genius you are,an excellent poem Robert.
Best wishes always to you and yours.

The problem with looking for a passionate expression in soap bubbles is that eventually the bubble will burst. Hmmmm, maybe that is what you meant? LOL... ~ Sara

Towel?! Here, share mine... I prefer to air-dry in that hot reflection anyway... OK... I'll go wash my mouth out instead! :)) And Tiger Balm, recommended by my physio, is far worse on the eyes, I can tell you. But I like the directness of this - the voicing reminds me of the same oomph as that of Dreams Revolving Doors... or, in this instance, Dreams Swirling Drains! Also makes me think of Echo and Narcissus Narcissus Narcissus Narcissus for some reason... Clean and neat, thank you! Kate xx

Where's the refuge of a towel when you need one!
I enjoyed how you put this.

those morning bubbles get you every time...

The meaning of this though vague is lost on me but I certainly like the style and the image created as well as the word play. Dreams have a way of opening and closing the doors of our reality.

Felix

Try Baby Johnson's tearless.....lol
But an excellent write

Peace
William

Jude, by a milder soap M8, then the dreams won't burn your eyeballs out.
I have to say this, Joe Walsh comes to mind, " The smoker you drink, the player you get" LOL, thanks for the chuckle.
Good to read you again...
I have had a long Sabbatical, now it's winter here, time to get musing again ;)
Love Ch'erie

Haha! LOL!!! Yup, been there too at one time or another. Fun read.

Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)

Know the feeling well. Expressed in subtle dignity.

Awwwwwwwwww been there done that ....and sometimes the eyes burn even without the soap...must be a menopausal thingy here.......lol!!

Love Tinka

feels nice and cozy, like a favored bathrobe...
cheers,
carolyn

Jude
A fluid and translucent write that leaves little to the imagination...
Peter

Or it could just be an allergy...? Ed

Nice job. I'd end the poem at...

Swirling down the drain

enjoyed the read

muse your dreams...then get up and wash your face...

How is it that we can be experiencing such intense clarity and a complete lack of it, at the same moment. I feel, at times, like I am being dragged from the warmth and tranquility of my dreams into the stinging reality of a new day. Sometimes it takes a human moment to deliver us into the here and now of life and you capture this moment with great skill, peppered with the tang of humility.

Take care,

Sherry

The vision of you swinging soap on a rope in the shower makes my eyes burn! Your towel is on the brass oil-heated towel warmer. Moist like vapor, your muse has written Moods in Motion on the steamy mirror with her breath!

Sage

Nice vision while freshening up for the morning. Great "Kodak" moment.
Susan

Only the soap bubbles know;-)