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Blue Balloon

 

 

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.

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Actually, what could possess more hypotheses,

than one blue balloon bouncing above a sharp red tack?

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26 thoughts on “Blue Balloon

  1. Clever observation of how truly delicate each moment is as the next is defined as ‘anything’ in potential. Wonderful write my friend! ~ Rose

  2. 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^ 😀

  3. 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!

  4. 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.

  5. 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.

  6. 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.

  7. 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..

  8. poemsofhateandhope says:

    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

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