Lovely Penguin

poetry, prose and randomness

lost balloon

by marie gordon

Tied to a tiny arm
Wringing out strands
Glowing beat red
Searing in hands

My owner, a manacle
My leash, a ribbon
My cage, the sky
My bracelet skin

Floating, floating
I’m a shy balloon
Who let me go
I’ll surely perish soon

Where do the clouds
Interrupt my voyage
Where is the shade
In the sky’s foliage

The light blue puffs
Surround my red hair
They tangle my ribbon
My movements they scare

What is floating
When freedom ceases
Beyond the atmosphere
My soul releases

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  1. The Mad Hatter January 7th, 2007 9:13 am

    A journey of false freedom, but freedom none the less. Can one wish for more? A wonderful poem I might add and thanks for the comment I hope you enjoy my poems… hope to hear more ttyl

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