Balloon
by
Eileen Clemens Granfors
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Rated "G" by the Author.
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Would this work?
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Balloon
I bought a clear balloon,
And into it I blew,
Every foul thought, moment of bitterness, anger,
Pain, heartache, doubt, resentment, fear.
The clear balloon turned black and the skin was tight.
It burst.
I felt free.
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| Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner |
4/27/2009 |
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I wrote one similar to this several years ago, "I Wish", when I was frustrated with my boss ... it's always good to release. :) Well done, Eileen, nice reading you again!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. |
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| Reviewed by jude forese |
4/26/2009 |
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| nice ... quite unique ... |
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| Reviewed by Sophia Ann Montoya |
4/26/2009 |
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| Excellent visual !! |
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| Reviewed by Felix Perry |
4/26/2009 |
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I like it and love the idea that the mind could do this so easily, when my daughter got married she wrote her maiden name on a white helium balloon and holding my hand she let it go into the night to symbolize her becoming the wife to her husband although she assured me I would always be her star.
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| Reviewed by Linda Settles |
4/26/2009 |
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| Breathe it out!!! I think it might help at least. But I don't know if it turns black. You may a tinge of multiple other hues mixed into the darkness. The trick is to keep that powerful balloon from floating away with you! :- |
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