The Balloon
by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen — Read all 1,670 poems by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Thursday, May 17, 2007
Sometimes,
She feels like
A beautiful balloon,
Colorful and energetic.
But, not really the filled portion,
The mouth, the lip, the start.
Most times,
She feels like
The neck of this balloon,
Stretched so filamently
Thin, she’ll always be less,
The start will never mouth the end.
Anytime
She feels like
A beautiful balloon,
Floating into synergy,
She ‘pops’ herself, in the neck,
And lets the full portion drift away.
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 5/17/07
even for a master like you. Very good reading and mulling!
- Bill
Boy, do I feel like the used end of a balloon at times: you've captured it dynamically in verse: well done!!!!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.