Photo Credits: Beata Cervin ~ Neeraj ~ Mindlovemisery's Menagerie
Pink
balloons
sweet heart
drops
flying
up.
Swing
air bolls
carrying
hopes
vapor
sap.
Strings
unseen
pulled in
void
hand of
wiz.
Stream
thru skin
sachet/pot-
pourri haunt
breeze.
hit a low pressure system and you will be flying high for sure...
ReplyDeleteironically i just taught wind and air movement today in my class...
if we could only spread our wings and fly away like the balloons :)
ReplyDeleteYep, not one string in sight! Gee I like that photo. Your poem is perfect for it.
ReplyDeleteI do like that picture and the poem is perfect - floating away on lovely pink. Hayes Spencer is Kanzensakura
ReplyDeletestrings unseen, bolls of hope... kinda like life: no strings seen, but we remain hopeful and float on...
ReplyDelete"sweet heart drops"---that phrase really adds to the deliciousness of this :-)
ReplyDeleteWonderful to just float away like that... we do live on those hopes
ReplyDeleteFloating with the wind would be a true joy!
ReplyDeletei wanna fly on such a pink balloon.. it looks wonderfullly relaxing
ReplyDeleteAhh the scent of spring is in the air - a potpourri of fragrance. The pink balloons made me smile - thanks for sharing this with us!
ReplyDeleteEach morning hot air balloons fill the sky, a joy to start the morning. I am glad to watch them from the ground, not in the air, I will leave the flying to others.
ReplyDeleteThe words so enhance the image.. A great way to start a day..
ReplyDeleteGot no strings on me haha
ReplyDeleteSometimes I float around my head in the clouds..
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