There's only one balloon left
inflated with the one last hope
that you've managed to maintain.
The wind's carried off all the others
and the hailstones did their job
while you sat in your chair
closing your ears to the sound
of popping rubber
trying to think
about how, sometime later,
you should fix your creaking seat.
You wonder
how much longer your brown, weathered hand
will be able to clutch
the half-a-millimeter wide thread--
all that's left to hold on to.
And then
as you watch
the balloon swells
and any minute now
you expect it to pop--
but it doesn't.
Instead
it lifts you up
leaving behind the skeleton supports
up in the clouds
where the air is sweet
smelling like the bakery at opening time
unclouded by the dust and grime
kicked up in the street.
Through the clouds
tasting of Mama's sugar
up, past stars--
jars of fireflies
hanging to the velvet rooftop.
A warmth
peace
and an angel, saying how
you can let go of your balloon now
because you're here
your wish's been granted.
A contest entry
- Life Poetry 101 by Dalaney.
1000 points, ended September 19, 2008, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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ohhh, this is a beautiful write! I simply love your ending. Thank you very much for the time it took to write this, and for the smile you left behind
Love, Lane
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Wonderful imagery and metaphor! This one is original with lots of imagination. Oh, WOW! I really, really like it
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Wow,
I almost didn't read this.
Such a great take and direction you took.
I am glad you shared this and I did read it.
Buddy
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