The Balloon





The balloon

Twisting and turning

Caught up in a race

Trying to beat the wind

With childish spite

The balloon twists and turns

Not willing to give up

Full of itself

The balloon 

Huffs and puffs

Haughtily laughing at the wind

Rising again and again

Not willing to give up

The balloon dances with glee

Shaking its tail

Steadily rising above

Mocking the wind

Suddenly the wind 

Blows with all its might

All that is heard

Is a pop

Eerie silence

And the  whistle of the wind

Shattered dreams

Gone with the wind

Lost in the dark


Comments

  1. I love the sweet energy in your poem ... children especially would delight in the journey and the POP.

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  2. Poor balloon...I like the personification, "mocking the wind" and "huffing and puffing."

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    1. I know the balloon was flying one minute and popped the next. I feel this is how our transition of being a child to an adult will be! Not all the times but sometimes.

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  3. Oh, how vividly recreated! I was totally caught up in it. Nice use of repetition, too.

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    1. Thank you for your visit and comments Rosemary Nisses-Wade.

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  4. A balloon, free in the wind until that last unfortunate pop.

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    1. Yes, the pop is unfortunate. Without the pop the balloon would still be having a journey of a lifetime. Thank you for your visit.

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  5. There is a childish enthusiasm & energy to it , it also seems like a transition from carefree times of childhood to rude awakenings when you transition to adulthood

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    1. Venky you read my mind, thank you for your visit.

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  6. Is that where the term "going out in a blaze of glory" came from?? It did, indeed, have a fun journey before the last hoo-rah!

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