One blue balloon bounces
above a sharp red tack.
One blue balloon bounces
blowin’ in the breeze.
It may be a planet of gas,
in a galaxy tied with string,
twirling inside a universe of shattered stained glass.
It may be a glutton’s heart,
or the bruised eye of a swirling storm
ripping a Quartier Français apart.
It may be a suicide bomber’s final thought
before hearing the final prayer of children
in a small schoolhouse, taught the Golden Rule.
The image may be a bad idea,
seconds before it realizes fail,
and explodes in the clouds and sails in streaks to the sea.
It may be a hydrogen bomb,
suspended above an unsuspecting society,
a breath before their faces disappear, forever.
Or it may just be the punchline,
of a clever little joke,
that makes the right girl laugh, at the right time.
.
Actually, what could possess more hypotheses,
than one blue balloon bouncing above a sharp red tack?
Call me Hanq 
Possessed – indeed!
Nice premise, and a fine execution.
Clever observation of how truly delicate each moment is as the next is defined as ‘anything’ in potential. Wonderful write my friend! ~ Rose
ha…much in that blue balloon…lots of metaphors and allusions…i hope it wins the girl instead of wiping us all out….
I really enjoyed this A+++ from me! Now, I’m going to watch my step as I exit.
Oh, the tacks, HA. I needed that. A+++
Ouch… those damn tacks!
Nicely done — I agree with Brian, hope the girl pans out before our annihilation. 🙂
hey henry – this is an awesome piece; the concept is strong, yes – but your delivery makes it work – superb imagery from the get go – to the last;
in total, a top draw write – worthy of multiple reads – quite a write henry…
you manage to keep it fresh and interesting all the way for sure – big up^ 😀
Such tension between the blue and red. I especially like “Bruised eye of a swirling storm.”
An awesome piece! I really enjoyed this!
Fantastic! I’ve never quite pondered a blue balloon in such a way…you got play time, history class, current events, and global (no pun) affairs…I laughed, I cried, I smiled, I will NEVER look at a blue balloon the same way ever again!
great background to enhance the piece… so many thoughts captured in one balloon… made me think of thought balloons popping. =)
I really like this, I also like the fact I could see someone going through this thought process in a really cool independent movie
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I enjoyed your thoughts on what it could be…not just a blue balloon for sure. I specially like this:
It may be a glutton’s heart,
or the bruised eye of a swirling storm
ripping a Quartier Français apart.
You treat the blue balloon as a tongue-in-cheek metaphor, but it is a subtle symbol for a world in a delicate, fragile balance – exemplified by the examples you run through. We all need to be mindful of that balance, lest the smallest pinprick of a mistake ruin it all.
What you commented on is right on, except I hope it didn’t come across tongue and cheek. Thanks for the visit.
LIke others, I love:
It may be a glutton’s heart,
or the bruised eye of a swirling storm
ripping a Quartier Français apart.
We can all draw many conclusions for the fate of that balloon. Let’s hope it clears the tack. Excellent write.
Since age 2, I have feared balloons. Now I know why. Excellent discourse. First time here…
Thank you for your visit. Let me try to find your post.
To ponder a balloon and a tack…so creative. The possibilities endless. I shall ponder the good ones…I need them tonight. Excellent piece!
very cool… was holding my breath…until…Or it may just be the punchline,
of a clever little joke,
that makes the right girl laugh, at the right time…. i started smiling…luvd it..
An intelligent and brilliantly constructed write. Great job.
Wonderful! It may be this..it may be that..This made me think that things aren’t always as they seem : )
-Eva
I appreciate all of your comments. Thank you.
How very cleverly you have taken a simple motif and expounded on its many possibilities.
Henry- so sorry for my tardiness! I think what you’ve written here is great….so much force in that gap betweennthentack and the red balloon…what a metaphor – and how greatly you explored it….very good indeed