My Balloons
I fashioned my dreams,
into colorful balloons,
blowing as much air into them as I could.
Tied their ends with long strings of hope,
and set them fly into the sky.
I watched them soar,
higher and higher into infinite heights,
over shrouds of sleeping fog.
I clapped my hands loud,
in gay abandon.
But when had they eluded my grip?
Some of them had burst,
before they could ascend higher
I wasn’t cautious!
Oh, now I see my balloons,
with the thread of hope
hanging loosely down,
disappearing into the horizon,
like black specks of soot
signaling,
they no more belong to me!
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Feb.5. 2023
Re- entered for Brian's Premier No.1194 Poetry Contest
Balloon Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Anthony Biaanco
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