Nov 3, 2007


I think
on certain days
I would like
flying in a balloon
on days when I don't give a damn
where I go
or where I land
abandon myself to the wind,
like a hopeful seed
from some wistful flower

i'd plant myself
near new vistas
new neighbors
and grow naturally
to be as beautiful
as all the dreams
held deep
inside this
hopeful husk

my roots would sigh
in the rich loam
of life,
wriggling with joy
like a child's toes will
in the tides and sands
of summer beaches.
my chin would
point impudently
at the sun
my leafy arms
would gather in
the day
drinking in dews and desires

on certain days
dangerous, delightful breezes
call me upward
tugging at my tatters
until i just
have to
let go...



Hammer said...

Wow! That is really good.

Joan of Argghh! said...

Thanks, Hammer.

Had to go find a pic of a balloon to go with it. I usually have plenty of my own pics to choose from, but this just needed more than I had.


Oswegan said...

Balloons creep me out.


Holder said...

That is awesome. Just Yesterday I was watching a hawk sailing the warm updrafts, and I said to my girls, "I wish I could do that"

Jim - PRS said...

Up, up and away!


Erica said...

Ahhhhhhh...made me feel good all over!

Joan of Argghh! said...

Holder, I think it's almost universal, that inner quest for flight. Something to that, you know.


USS Ben USN (Ret) said...

Excellent poem, Joan!

Mizz E said...

Some words, when joaned together in a poetic fashion, generate oomph and lift the spirit.