Oh That I Were

I’ve been waiting to upload this poem for quite some time now. I’d been to a poetry competition where they provided this picture of a red balloon to inspire us. I really wanted to write a fun poem, but it finally turned out to be this!

Writing the poem once i got into the mood was very easy compared to titling it! The original title of the poem was “She Wished Upon A Floating Balloon”, I also thought I could title it “The Replacement Balloon”, But I felt the present title does more justice to the poem.

I did not win the competition, but I did get a good poem out of it. At least that’s what I feel, Agree? Let me know in the comments! πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

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She had fond memories of her father,

The way he held her hand,

The love in his eyes

As he watched her play,
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Everyday, she woke up with the image of her father,

Leading her through the crowded fair,

It was the last time

That she would feel his comforting embrace.
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He had bought her a shiny red balloon,

And she had never been happier,

She had grasped the string so tightly

That it managed to wring itself from her tiny palms.
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She recalled her father’s soothing voice,

Consoling her β€œThe balloon’s going to meet your mother”,

he had said,

β€œShe will take good care of it in heaven.”
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Her dad had left her, sitting on a bench,

Where she had waited, impatient, expectant,

For the new balloon,

That he had promised to buy her.
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Little did she know,

That he would never return

From his quest for the replacement balloon,

That she would not walk beside him, her hand in his.
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It was after a few minutes of waiting,

That she heard people shouting, fighting,

With wide eyes, she had watched them lashing out at each other,

That day, the crowd echoed with the words β€œHindu” β€œMuslim”.
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She could still smell the rusty sweet stink of

Red blood that had stained her white barbie shoes,

How she had longed for her father’s reassuring presence

Until a friendly man had led her away.
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With a sly smile, He had guarenteed her father’s quick return,

If she complied to his words, his orders,

She had been a good girl, Obeying his every wish,

Every whim, with the faint hope of seeing her father.
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Then, one day, Blindfolded,

She was forced into a car,

Amidst all the unpleasant grabbing, pressing and stroking,

All she wished for was a joyous reunion with her father.
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She was terrified, horrified by

The touch of these strangers who came to see her,

All of them, her father’s age, But

With intentions she couldn’t fathom.
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Looking back, all she feels is pity,

She had been so disgustingly innocent then,

Sometimes, she felt she deserved

All the misfortunes she had been served.
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As She was getting ready for her next customer

She saw a balloon float pass her grimy window,

All the walls she had tirelessly built over the years,

Came crashing down, she could taste her salty tears.
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As she longingly looked through the dusty window,

She pondered,

β€œOh that i were that balloon! Unchained, Unhurt, Free

I would kiss the clouds and join my father in heaven”.

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28 thoughts on “Oh That I Were

  1. I have to agree with wanderlustress786. You take the reader to many places with a single red balloon without straying from the imagine of the balloon. Well crafted. Especially, the end; to wish to be the balloon. Clever. I totally dig it! One question tho’, why do you separate the stanzas with the dashed lines? It did not distract me but I noticed, and I am curious, as I am forever learning as I go. Will be following and look forward to more. Cheers ~

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    1. Thanku so much! πŸ™‚
      As to the lines, they are just seperaters πŸ™‚ I was typing from my laptop and it had some glitch, even though I wanted to separate the stanzas even if I used shift+enter key, there wasn’t any visible separation, hence the lines! Do you have any tips as to separate stanzas? Would love to hear from you! πŸ™‚

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    1. Hi ~ At first, spacing seemed futile, on wordpress. Then, I noticed when I played with the font coloring and alignment/centering, I was somehow able to get the spacing I needed as opposed to using the default settings. I tested this out, just now, and I was able to move lines and stanzas around and (save) then (edit) and actually change settings back to “paragraph” and “align left” and “black font”, and totally absolutely definitely I’m not lying, keep the spacing. Please, let me know if that makes sense, if you try it, and it works for you. Cheers ~

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  2. A very interesting and thought provoking piece of writing. “The Red Balloon” movie (late 50’s/early 60’s) is also very thought provoking and (to me) emotional but, unlike your writing, the movie has no spoken words if I recall correctly. See it if you can.

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  3. i will never look at the red balloon the same way from now on after reading this, you have taken words and crafted them around it in such a profound manner around a single red balloon that is simply beautiful πŸ™‚

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