Balloon of my dreams,
heavy with expectations,
can not put me down.
No!Not any more.
Into the sunlit clouds
I fly, maybe not high,
I still sing aloud.
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Prompted @ One shoot Sunday & Sunday 160
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Today as part of Spotlight, i searched the archives of a friend’s blog and found this :
Spilled Ink
by iBeingMe
I remember every word
That you told me was assured
I recall that night
When I reclaimed all my might
I have everything to gain
I’ll be more than just a name
It’s time to spill the ink
Allow your words to sink
On this paper in front of me
Because your thoughts are my new enemy
Thanks you
’I fly, maybe not high’ loved it.
Thats the spirit we are so taught to have, right ?
Great feature by Yogesh!!!!!!
And Nimue, keep singing aloud.. I love to hear those.. yay!!
Hugs xoxox
nicely played on the 1SW prompt and to pull it off in 160…like the play on a balloon too that weighs you down, dreams can do that…keep us stuck in one place…
yeah .. dreams without a real base can do that !
Nice work! Perhaps the opposite of what I did. She reprimands the balloon upon taking flight! Love the element of realism among the escape in mentioning expectations.
I like the vunerable honesty.
Thanks !
There seems to be a lot of these feeling going around the Sunday 160 this weekend. Thanks for playing along.
First time I saw the prompt on Sunday !! I was always late other wise
Will try to be regular in both writing and reading too !
“Balloon of my dreams,
heavy with expectations”
i love the way you used your words in this one. really excellent take on the photograph and so much said in 160. really, really wonderful! ♥
This is really pretty!
‘heavy with expectations’ ~ yet I fly, fantastic take on the prompt. Thanks : )
Your thoughts are my new enemy
That is strong
We should always sing aloud, and float up into the clouds. Beautiful!
delightful 160….
Glad to see you fly.
Brief and evocative– great job. xj
Very beautiful, lighter than air, soaring above balloons and leaving the mundane behind. Well done.
I love the last line! It sounds like it belongs in a senryu. Great poem.
Good versifyin’ – love the joyous defiance of the end-line.
fying high as much much more ~ so bright soaring~ Lib ~ @libithina
keepin on singin’, beautiful