Air-Filled Pauses

Our thought balloons

referenced one another

in past tense

even as

our flesh

presses

our present

spent in dark recesses

of hypothetical

bubbling imaginations

swelling with fullness

of what might have been

and what could be

if we

exhale

into crust,

breathing

lustful toxins.

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Written for dVerse’s Quadrille #29, hosted by the talented WhimsyGizmo. Today’s prompt is to write a quadrille using the word balloon. I wrote one other quadrille using the word balloon while I was at work, but I felt it was too negative, so I’m sharing this one instead.

 

Feel free to drop by and read other poet’s contributions to this prompt.