People and events have triggered my emotions which expressed themselves in poetic form, not in any regular formal tradition more as an expression of ideas or feelings. The pattern of the poems came from the sound of the words in my mind not from any formal poetic arrangement. Ged

Wednesday, 10 August 2011

Dream Scene – Red Balloon


A girl with a red
     Balloon
Stole my heart
She held it high
     And let it slip
              From her fingers

Silly girl!

‘Lost.  
     Red balloon.
(Free-phone 000000001
     Email: redballoon.stringend@gmail.com)
If heart still attached
     Handle with care’
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