Hazel Durham


The Yellow Balloon


My mind is a seascape of caressing, white, foamy waves,
With a sandy beach with lifeguards prepared to save.
You're tall, muscular with blue, mirror eyes,
Reflecting our love as breathtaking,
As this perfect connection of sea and sky,
Seabreezes can't cool our robust desires,
Like the dancing of flames in an open fire.

Happiness is walking hand in hand around Courtown Harbour,
The beating, relentless sun on our hot, moist skin, well protected,
Our love so deep, it is easily detected,
With emotions wrapped and neatly tied.
Suddenly a yellow balloon escapes from a small childs fingers,
Like a large bubble flying so gracefully, as it doesn't linger.

In the bluest skies above the light drenched sea,
Like it all has been fully painted with an artistic, steady hand,
Nearby a radio plays loudly, the sound of a heavy rock band,
Creeping everywhere is particles of fine, gritty sand.
This view of a tantalizing seascape,
Our hearts runs free as we at last pull back the drapes,
Like the yellow balloon bobbing with smiles,
At the many miles.

With our bodies and souls immersed,
In this factual verse.
Yellow balloon where will you fly to?
Will you settle with comfort and memories of past adventures,
With a life to enjoy, not just too endure,
As night falls,
The yellow balloon, still dancing with the gleam of the charismatic moon,
The small child no longer cries or calls!

Submitted: Thursday, July 18, 2013
Edited: Thursday, July 18, 2013

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  • Dinesh Nair (7/19/2013 10:28:00 PM)

    In short your mind is great Hazel. The poem is a beautiful account of things rarely spoken of otherwise. Your perception of true poetry often amazes me and I begin to learn new things. (Report) Reply

  • Unwritten Soul (7/18/2013 9:34:00 PM)

    Hazel, this is really beautiful, the flows moving so smooth like a silk, and good enough as a melodic poetry..very cool write! ! keep writing great_SOul (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (7/18/2013 11:05:00 AM)

    Enticing ambience! I love the image- The dancing of flames in an open air, the comparison of love as the perfect connection of sea and sky and the effect of the floating balloon in the backdrop of a tantalizing seascape! Altogether the poem is a pleasure to read! A 10 it well deserves! (Report) Reply

  • Ramesh Rai (7/18/2013 10:06:00 AM)

    Seabreezes can't cool our robust
    desires,
    Like the dancing of flames in an open
    fire.
    The yellow balloon, still dancing
    with the gleam of the charismatic
    moon,
    The small child no longer cries or
    calls!
    beautiful write. perhaps u have measured my heart. i like such poem sprouted from deep soul (Report) Reply

  • Gajanan Mishra (7/18/2013 6:07:00 AM)

    yellow balloon, charismatic moon, I like it, thanks.
    I invite you to read my poems and comment. (Report) Reply

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