Blue Balloons

The joy of meeting pays the pangs of absence; else who could bear it?”  Nicholas Rowe

Circul - blue baloons poem

He took her to the circus and bought her 

all the blue balloons

because blue was her favorite color. 

He pretended he didn’t want to ride

the Ferris Wheel 

because he knew she was afraid of heights.

He won her a soft white teddy bear

because he couldn’t  always be there at night.

She didn’t even notice the blue balloons 

rising up slowly to the moon

as they slipped away during their long embrace.

And then – it was over…

Since then she’s squeezed her eyes shut 

more than a thousand times 

to see if she could make it all come back, 

But always when she’s opened them,

The dream and he was gone… 

 © DiAnne Ebejer 



About DiAnne Ebejer

I am retired and live on the East coast of Florida where I spend much of my time reading, playing with photography and trying to write some "poetry and then some" at I care deeply about many things and wish there was much more love and compassion in this world today. I also have a part time blog "Thought You Might Like This" used for special projects and occasional things of interest
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