Balloons

I toss them around,

And they float in swirls

Of pretty colors.

I pity you�"

Disillusioned Child

 

Buoyantly they

Skip merrily through the air

As I flail ecstatically

They levitate

Higher�"higher

O, Beautiful Rainbow!

Pulsing!

With such intense colors

 

My heart beats with what I call
“Life,”

As though I know

What it is

In this matrix of mine

 

And when I grow weary of all this

False fidgeting

I decide to rest�"

Next to my Disillusioned Child

They gracefully sink to the floor

And Pop

One by one,

They explode

Into a confetti of bitter colors�"

Once light and airy

 

But my heart did not stop beating�"

I believe

I have been disillusioned,

After all

 

 

Reviews

[Sydelle Houston]

I love it. We've all had a bubble or balloon burst and even though we were disappointed, we continued on. That's probably why they make so much money on mylar balloons now.

Great write! Give us more!

[Mistral Bilgera]

I am a fan of free verse, and it's amazing that you've delivered one with such powerful metaphor, i can sense the frustration from things the persona has towards what could have been. what an amazing writer you are!

:)

[Bare trees]

The realization of dissapointment seems to be abound in all of us at one time or another. I love your use of words and style. You write very well.

[Pepsimax]

Very nicley written, loved it.