Golden balloon

by Jenn   May 20, 2012


I'm floating high, up in the sky.
Lifted, as if with helium.
Watch me rise... my hope never really died.

Golden spec, to passersby below.
Blue skies and dreams,
I can see... all I truly want to be.

Riding the wind.
Swirling, dancing with the clouds.
Happy as can be... thanking those hands for setting me free.

Starting to decline.
Pearly ribbon, trailing behind.
Entangled in trees... guess my freedom had a fee.

Now deflated.
How did things get so jaded?
This golden balloon tried to be free...
Only to end up broken... from its dream.

© 2012 Jennifer Nobles
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  • 11 years ago

    by Max

    Well this was fantastic poem
    I love the starting stanza and the ending one so much
    they are my favorite in the poem

    You used many good images
    and your word choice was great except for some small mistakes Xanthe mentioned earlier

    also(I can't believe i am talking about this)
    your punctuation is so good you never got me lost from your words in this poem

    Thanks for posting this
    hope to see something new again soon =))

  • 11 years ago

    by Xanthe

    Jenn
    Firstly, I'm so happy to see a new poem from you :)

    The imagery, as always, is fantastic. I love your punctuation, so precise and it leaves the reader breathless. The subtle rhymes in the end worked really well, in my opinion.

    "This golden balloon tried to be free...
    Only to end up broken... from it's dream."
    ---My favorite

    it's--its
    passerby's--passersby
    sky's--skies
    ^apart from a few errors, this piece is just perfect for my tastes.

    Keep writing!
    -X

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