For some reason, one day, I happened to see a blue string flapping in the wind, a silly thing. However, I could not shake the image. So, this is the poem written due to that encounter.
someone tied what once was
a balloon to a chain-
linked fence that divides
north bound from south bound
traffic - I'm stopped
for a red light waiting for a green-
The actual balloon is long since gone
but it's blue string, still tied, still waves
in an Oklahoma wind.
And I'm wanting to untie the string,
to take it as far as the edge of town.
But that red light won't last forever;
there's cars ahead and cars behind.
And I'm not getting out for any damn balloon string.
Still, it makes me feel something in motion
and I really don't know just where.
Poetry by Terry Gresham
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Written on 2007-03-24 at 00:32
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Balloon
I'm at the intersection wheresomeone tied what once was
a balloon to a chain-
linked fence that divides
north bound from south bound
traffic - I'm stopped
for a red light waiting for a green-
The actual balloon is long since gone
but it's blue string, still tied, still waves
in an Oklahoma wind.
And I'm wanting to untie the string,
to take it as far as the edge of town.
But that red light won't last forever;
there's cars ahead and cars behind.
And I'm not getting out for any damn balloon string.
Still, it makes me feel something in motion
and I really don't know just where.
Poetry by Terry Gresham
Read 769 times
Written on 2007-03-24 at 00:32
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