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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.
Hephaestus’ Waste & Cosmic Rubble 
Both are divine, song and Quadrille. Yes!
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Wow! This conjures up some powerful images. Well done.
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PS: Feel free to post the other one you wrote, also. The Quadrille prompt is always good for multiple postings!
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I liked the ideas of our thoughts pointing to the past and our bodies pressing the present. Nice choice of image for this.
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Great image to accompany evocative words!
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Words have that power… lustful toxins…
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This is absolutely mesmerizing a write…❤️
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Thank you Sanaa. I’m stalking you on Twitter now. 🙂
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My thoughts went elsewhere, smiles ~ Love that lustful toxins ~
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Thank you. My thoughts tend to go elsewhere too… 🙂
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