I am a little behind, but no fears I will catch up.
Prompt #11 write about an object.
The Struggle
There they are,
up in the tree
Struggling hard
to be free
Sparkling in the sunshine
they sway and dance,
trying to free themselves
from the branch
Where did they come from
Was it far away
Around the corner
Oh which way
I watch a struggle
which seems in vain
With every tug, the string
tightens and tightens
again
Suddenly a gust of breeze
and a single bounce down
takes the tension out of the string
keeping them bound.
Unravel-Unravel
with a burst of freedom
the balloons are free to fly again
a journey once more begins
traveling to who knows where
Someone will know
when they get there
Kellie M Shanley © 2009
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