JJ Evendon

Bronze Star - 2,933 Points (31 May 1949)

Red Balloons - Poem by JJ Evendon

With one hand I drift silently.
Not because I am lighter than air,
because of what I am holding.
Beneath my feet tall buildings appear small,
divided by avenues lined with trees,
only to disappear into the haze of congestion.
Red rose balloons carrying me safely,
but where? I neither know nor care!
Does it matter?
- No, not really!
For I am happy to watch the world slip slowly beneath my feet.
Knowing that people below are seeing me and wishing,
just wishing, they were here instead of me!

Topic(s) of this poem: spiritual

Form: Found Poem

Comments about Red Balloons by JJ Evendon

  • Bri Edwards (9/18/2015 9:43:00 PM)

    I was wondering what “WITH one hand” meant. then, before finishing the reading, I scrolled down and saw the incredible photo; is that YOU?


    WISHING TO BE IN DEATH’S GRIP, almost? ? ! maybe! bri :)
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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 4, 2015

Poem Edited: Sunday, September 6, 2015

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