This poem is written in six sentences for the prompt word (BALLOON) provided to us by Denise. All the other participants in the six sentence challenge with their stories and/or poetry can be found at this week's link-up.
It's not a secret:
my youth was violently torn from my hands—
an innocence I mourned
while sipping whiskey straight from the barrel,
feigning adulthood.
And yet,
I was still a child holding onto a balloon,
gripping the string with both hands until they bled
while waiting for a parent that never came.
A promiscuous believer,
bargaining with every god
whose name I could pronounce
for better things to come.
A broken record
replaying the unfairness of my life,
stuck on the whys.
But in a fit of mind-altering rage and a will to live,
I reached for the needle...
Turns out, among all the others,
it was just an ordinary fucking balloon
fluttering about.
There's more of my work:
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The Nervous Poet at the SSC&B can be followed here.
There is also poetry.
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Nice lines:
“A promiscuous believer,
bargaining with every god”
I think that balloon popped.
Thank you so much.
Left hook at the outset, punches keep coming. Raw to the bone, this line was a hit straight to the gut “it was just an ordinary fucking balloon”. Yeah, I can identify.
And as the lyric goes, “mama said knock you out.” Incredible piece, Reelika.
Thank you a lot 😊.
A great raw piece – you had the power to pop the balloon all along is a powerful note of survival. It doesn’t minimise the pain, but it completely strips it of its power in the present 🙌
Thank you so much.
yow!
power in wordage grabbed and thrown
‘cellent Six pome, yo
Thank you 😊!
Aha, an excellent, interesting and raw poem… and a balloon too, then popped (good). And I just thought you had done a poem… and you had!
Thank you, and am glad it popped too. And so weird that you knew…
It is amazing how many things in this life that loom over use with seemingly evil intent- end up being ordinary fucking balloons…..
Indeed right. Especially once you get older and too tired of life’s shit to be stuck somewhere… I think that balloons happen to everyone and the art of life is living regardless.
Thank you so much!