Valsa George Poet Free verse

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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Paula Goldsmith March 3, 2023 at 7:49 AM Congratulations on your win. A creative write and ending. Have a blessed day......................

Peter Rees February 15, 2023 at 1:08 AM Yes, that’s life indeed. Fond imaginings and ambitions, some of which materialise and others are changed or abandoned. Love your balloons metaphor. Perfect !

Bill Baker February 8, 2023 at 3:59 PM I can see them floating away and the tragedy of those that burst. Nice imagery, Valsa. Good entry, good luck! A poet friend in Texas, Bill

Harry Horsman February 6, 2023 at 8:34 PM This is so lovely Valsa, the visual is perfect, as is the poetry.

Fin Chuuk February 6, 2023 at 6:58 PM This is just beautiful. Totally enjoyed it :)

Andrea Dietrich February 6, 2023 at 12:52 PM wow, free verse its finest here. What an awesome extended metaphor you made of balloons!

Anne-Lise Andresen February 6, 2023 at 11:41 AM - Lovely metaphorical written, Valsa ... that's the way you go is the most important thing... sometimes hope hangs in a thin thread ... and we have to inflate new balloons :) - Best wishes in the contest :) - hugs

Panagiota Romios February 6, 2023 at 9:29 AM In our imaginations this concept of balloons , IMHO, is great. Mine never came down. {I learned in meditation classes how to do this} And no comparison to China’s nonsense. Good luck in Anthony’s contest. I precict a win I for you! Panagiota xxoo..

Sotto Poet February 6, 2023 at 9:19 AM I believe this to be hokum, similar to the spy Chinese balloon:) dear Valsa. There is always a glimmer of hope for you. You lift your emotional writing to new heights by using balloons as a metaphor. Good luck

Stephan McBride February 6, 2023 at 6:54 AM Love your style of writing, so captivating, live this, May God bless, comfort, guide and fill you with His love, peace, spirit and joy in abundance

Vijay Pandit February 6, 2023 at 6:49 AM With the metaphor of balloons--you buoy this emotive write, Valsa. Best to you.

Victor Buhagiar February 6, 2023 at 1:51 AM I'm sure this is fiction. You never lose hope. The worst thing one can do. Lovely metaphorical poem. Hugs.

Anselmo Boles February 6, 2023 at 1:26 AM Our sincere aspirations and dreams will at times, be deflated and fall back on the ground, to prove that we are imperfect creatures, and that overconfidence can certainly slow their advance. This piece is a fine reminder, Valsa, to all varieties of overachievers___ to take their time! Excellent!...ab

Sara Kendrick February 5, 2023 at 11:32 PM In light of the Chinese balloon being turned loose to spy on us then being shot down this one is enlightening. Sometimes in youth we do aim higher than we should because we are not mature enough to reach those heights. I enjoyed reading your contest entry and it reads like a good contender to me. Thanks for sharing and for dropping by my page. Sara