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Updated on October 20, 2010
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I am a purple balloon rising with the air~

I am a purple balloon ascending without a care!

I am a purple balloon with awesome flair!


I am held by my makers hands~

Tied and released to a small boys grasp.


My string is strong and sturdy~

As I am clutched with treasured hold.

To this tiny tot~

I am special~

In his world I am purple gold.


He walks me proud toward the parade~

For us to watch many of the brigade.

I float above and in front of~

Many a human face.


Purple I shine for the clown~

 Whom meanders down the road~

Purple I float amongst~

 The whole gazing crowd unfurled in tow.


My little boy sees lollipops~

 Thrown by this funny clown~

His body moves to pick them up~

 As I am let go “I frown”.


Let go! “away I fly!”~

 So fast it is clear~

I am loose to soar free!

My boy has let me go~

To climb and flutter in the breeze!


I hear his cries to his parents~

“My balloon Mommy grab it”!


I see his tears come down~

As I am a purple run away without a hitch~

 Loosened from the stable ground~

I have lost my safety nitch!


Like I have wings of grandeur~

I take to the colder air~

Sadden now I lost my boy~

I dawdle in a current in the atmosphere.


My appearance grows smaller~

 To comforting parents~

My impression almost gone~

 To a tiny tot in the mass~

 I can still see his sadness.


I forget now my owner~

 As I pass the grand lands.

Birds look quizzically at my purple~

 Where I elapse!


As I whoosh in the currents of wind~

I wonder where I will go?


Than hours later it seems~

 I will descend amongst~

 The variety of trees below.


A river bed beneath now beckons to me~

I see many different rocks~

 As well as colorful years past autumn leaves.


I now realize once again~

I am blundered away from~

 Whom I loved~

Now snagged and tugged on a branch~

 Where no one might ever see~

My purple brilliance caught to rest~

My air now torn from me.


I now deflated lie waiting for someone~

To recognize my once purple vividness.

I rest here now with rubbery decaying silence~

I dream of a hand to newly revere me~

 In the same loving kindness.


For now I yearn~

For once again I wish to be~

A purple balloon rising in the air~

A purple balloon ascending without a care!

Needing a tiny tot to admire me~

I the purple balloon with awesome flair!


Lisa J. Warner


Lisa Luv

CopyRight10/20 /2010@LisaLuvLLC




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      Lisa J Warner AKA Lisa Luv 4 years ago from Conneticut, USA

      Thank You MartieCoetser I am glad you were found in time... LOL Enjoy!

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      Martie Coetser 4 years ago from South Africa

      Beautiful poem and metaphor...

      I could identify with the purple balloon, although I were lucky - another loving boy found me in time....

      Love the rhythm, Lisa!

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      Lisa J Warner AKA Lisa Luv 7 years ago from Conneticut, USA

      livingsta Bless you, and Thank You for your kind words.

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      livingsta 7 years ago from United Kingdom

      You are a creative writer Lisa, and I can see innocence in your poems,and I love it. xx