Balloon
Balloon
My friend was my red
balloon and I
her blue.
I held her ribbon tight
though she let me slide through
a fretting ascent;
even gravity and my wilt
would not free me from
those power lines–
until, like a nickel flipped
to see how often heads
would tail (and just as I felt sure
I’d failed),
she’d catch me, a smile itself
full touch.
Oh, how much
we loved,
through the lows of halls, the highs
of wished-for falls,
street, sky– all rising
for some brief while
like bread, sun, moon, warmth, hunger–
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A drafty poem for Grapeling’s ‘get listed’ prompt on Real Toads. Pic is mine.
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ManicDDaily 
March 11, 2016 at 8:42 am
‘..a smile itself/full touch.’ such a graceful and true image, k–and how often the accepting presence saves us, reinforces us. The last stanza very musical and artful as well, leaving the reader with something, to use M’s word. nourishing to chew on.
March 11, 2016 at 11:39 am
I love the examples of rising in your closing line, K. I also enjoy the portion that Hedge has mentioned. Excellent. 🙂
March 11, 2016 at 11:57 am
This was magical and light as a feather.
March 11, 2016 at 1:00 pm
Its always nice to know there is someone who will be for you a safety blanket
Nice poem
Much love…
March 11, 2016 at 6:03 pm
all rising
for some brief while
How wonderful to love and be loved where brief moments stop a while to lend long hours together. Great lines K
Hank
March 11, 2016 at 8:21 pm
This really moves beautifully, K.
March 11, 2016 at 8:35 pm
Thank you, MZ. k.
On Fri, Mar 11, 2016 at 8:21 PM, ManicDDaily wrote:
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March 12, 2016 at 6:38 am
Friendship as a pair of ballons … What a marvelous metaphor, the soaring high and power-lines… I find friendship be the best way to limit gravity.
March 12, 2016 at 7:15 am
Thanks, Bjorn.
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March 12, 2016 at 10:13 am
“My friend was my red” … This makes me think of blushing. I love the idea that the act of blushing like a schoolgirl is your friend.
I couldn’t possibly quote a favorite. Every line, every turn, touches me.
March 12, 2016 at 10:19 am
Thanks, Shawna. That’s very kind. I’m not sure that I was thinking of that, but I broke the line up purposely to keep the thought more open. Hope all is well. k.
On Sat, Mar 12, 2016 at 10:13 AM, ManicDDaily wrote:
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March 12, 2016 at 11:31 am
You have described friendship so beautifully! I have a friend like that!
March 13, 2016 at 3:27 am
I am always assured of something completely unexpected when I visit your blog, karin. I come here to read poetry and I am never disappointed.
This is the poetry of youth and friendship and a lament for what we lose as we grow.
March 13, 2016 at 6:20 am
Thanks so much, Kerry. Hope all is well with you. K.
March 15, 2016 at 12:41 am
I am gratified that the prompt elicited such a lightness- filled pen – not that it is not serious – not in the least – but that, in a way suggested by Kundera’s famous title- the Unbearable Lightness of Being – you have managed to connect two of the most magical and wonder-ful of all human creations – poetry, and balloons.
thank you, k, for adding your voice ~
March 16, 2016 at 6:36 pm
Oh, the beauty of having someone to tread air with…What a creative piece!
March 16, 2016 at 9:51 pm
Thanks so much, Susie.