Hot Balloon

I’m wasting days, walking hot bitumen streets

Wishing I was there in my balloon, on the old rocking seat

A life’s fragile bubble incomplete

 

I’m ready to fly and eventually burst

Into the distant sky, away from the church

I’m alive and not waiting for the hearse

Ivor Steven (c) 2019

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G'day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I'm an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer. I've been blogging for over 2 years, and writing poems for 19 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I've been blogging my writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems.

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  3. OH!!! A wonderful photo, poem, song trio, Ivor! šŸ™‚
    The word-pics in your poem are so vivid and so relatable!
    I’ve always wanted to fly…with wings or in a hot air balloon! I got to attend a hot air balloon festival several times. It was such fun! šŸ™‚
    HUGS!!! šŸ™‚

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    1. Yes I’ve been up there floating in a hot-air balloon, it’s definitely exciting and very different. The song is a great Australian classic from the Little River Band

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