My Balloon

I love my balloon My big balloon My blue balloon My ball balloon. How playful it is Without it something I miss The joy, the gaiety The buoyancy and elasticity. The spur of celebration The moment of glorification Of excitement and passion Relieved me from the tensions My burlesque balloon My bright balloon My brisk balloon My brilliant balloon The balloon flew up into the air, Songs of festivity in their full blare It is in itself the joy, cheer and pleasure Unmixed by the sorrow or materialistic treasure.

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Date: 10/1/2008 9:17:00 AM

The ending surprised me as it the poem opened with a child-like quality. You transition to a deeper message quite nicely here. Interesting perspective. Thank you for your ongoing encouragement regarding my writing. I appreciate the time you take to comment. Keep on writing! Karen

Sara Zahed

Date: 9/16/2008 9:12:00 AM

Yup...what a child always wants to run with, accompanying the wind....Nice!!...tc...Sara...