
Sorry I was away so long. This summer is turning out to be especially busy. But let’s dive back in with a Quadrille. Today’s prompt over at dVerse Poets Pub is to write a Quadrille (a poem of exactly forty-four words) that includes the word “pop” in some way.
Anticipating the Balloon’s Pop
Anticipation fills a thin skin
like hot breath in a party balloon
As it grows and grows (slowly at first)
it pushes in every directions
Its expansion creates pressure
(growing painful pressure)
stretching, warping, weakening until—POP!
It deflates, releasing disappointment
and possibly joy
Yes, indeed. What blows up, must pop down. 😉
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Being so excited and filled with anticipation is a strange feeling, it has a sadness to it.
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So true–anticipation is like that!
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Maria, welcome back! I like the analogy here. You take “full of hot air” beyond in a creative way.
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My (younger) sister & I used to have blow ’til it pops races. She usually won. But, hell, that was more than half a century ago…
Thanks for the time travel.
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This makes me think of those gender reveal parties you see videos of….popping the balloon to find out about your baby-to-be. Now that’s anticipation!
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This is one of the best first lines I’ve enjoyed lately – you hooked me from the go, Maria!
Much love,
David
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Thank you. So glad.
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A fitting analogy for life’s pressures and expectations. Sometimes we have to release a bit of it.
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… and there is a always a little scare for in there, too… even though I know what’s coming. 🙂 Thank you for sharing!
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