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| Picture prompt courtesy of The Mag 179 |
You parked the antique car
and kissed me, aqua
eyes lifted
one deflated heart
to the heavens
where I danced
on moonbeams.
100 balloons,
a blissful high
long enough to trust again
until you confessed~
I was too far gone.

oh, no...i was enjoying the lifting feeling of that wet kiss...then all my balloons popped at once in the close....sad.
ReplyDeleteI love your imagination!
ReplyDeleteExquisite poem, I love that rise to the skies!
ReplyDeleteone deflated heart...after kiss...sounds so melancholic...and then waiting...will you trust..love this little poem
ReplyDeleteToo far gone...me too...
ReplyDeleteLovely read, and I sense if only he offered one more time, to be kissed by aqua .... too far gone, would melt away.
ReplyDeleteSad. I loved the way you presented it. Good writing.
ReplyDeleteSweet innocent energy of love and pop! went all the balloons. I loved the style. So easy to follow. And great job with imagery too. Would love to read more from you. :)
ReplyDeleteWonderful!
ReplyDeleteThere is no letting us down gently
ReplyDeletein that situation! thanks-
Shame!... but great!
ReplyDeleteThere seemed to be a lot going ever that smoothly until the end. It put a gulp in the throat! Nicely Laurie!
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Yup, that picture is too far gone.
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Sad but lovely write.
ReplyDeleteSo you spent time counting balloons? I'd rather count the kisses!!! :)
ReplyDeleteI agree with Jinksy. It's kisses every time.
ReplyDelete100 balloons, a blissful high ~~ sounds just about right! Loved this.
ReplyDeleteenjoyed this one the ending was sad as I heard the balloon pop too far gone.
ReplyDeleteOh no, ain't gonna be any of that too far gone stuff this time! Come on now, get your cute little tookis back in the backseat, Aqua.
ReplyDeleteYou nailed it at the end. Loved it. Many thanks.
ReplyDeleteGreetings from London.
That's what kisses will do..lyrical, and true!!
ReplyDeleteAw, those sweet, passionate highs! Never wanting them to end, never wanting those balloons to pop! Beautiful capture, Laurie!
ReplyDeleteThat was me in the early 1980's. This was great and it broke my heart.
ReplyDeleteHi, I enjoyed your poem too. The imagery is so beautiful. I too felt the free fall of a confession too late and what must be a broken heart to follow.
ReplyDeletecool balloon feeling, including the pop!
ReplyDeleteI really liked this...even the let-down at the end.
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A lovely poem, Laurie! The words are a perfect match for the picture. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteGreat collection and I sure wish I could write stories for these pictures!Look how lovely these are. I wish I could draw like this. I will miss you, my sweet friend. Looking forward to when you're back.I really appreciate all your comments, thank you! I’m back behind my desk and hope to start blogging again and catching up with all your lovely blogs in the coming days.............
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Sometimes its too late ... better hurry than delay :-)
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