Breathe in, pause, purse—
Force air through tight lips and extended cheeks.
Repeat, repeat.
One in blue, one in green,
Others in red, orange, yellow, and pink.
A cacophony of floating, kaleidoscopic spheres—
It’s a fête,
It’s a festival.
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Fragile Phantoms 
Love this poem. A sense of a festival of pure enjoyment and celebrating life.
Hope I’ve interpret this poem correctly. Hi! Jamie. How’s it going? Hope all is well. 🙂
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Thanks Charlie! And yes, the prompt for this poem was ‘balloons’ 😀 I’ve been well, how are things going for you?
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Balloons bring smiles and joy for the world.
Things are going well. The driven forces makes writing look like a curious phantom while painting a giant crucifix next to H.R. Giger.
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Is it strange that my initial response to this was: ‘yeah, I’ve totally been there’?
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We share the same strange code. Humor is our great adversary, yet whose to riddle what curiosity might reveal.
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