Balloons

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demure101
demure101
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I saw a child look at the sky today
With colourful balloons, not quite that high –
In tens or more that all came sailing by
To disappear on their majestic way.
With gleaming eyes she watched them rise and fall;
She saw the glares against the darkling sky
And all around her was the hue and cry
Of people rushing out to see it all:
Binoculared and camerad we gazed
And talked and felt excited, and within
This multitude of grown-up and their din
Was one small child, intent, spell-bound, amazed…
I saw a child look at the sky today –
It made me long to see things in her way.

demure101
demure101
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twelveoonetwelveooneabout 11 years ago
camerad

camerad

laughs

there is much that amazes me

I saw a child look at the sky today –

It made me long to see things in her way.

about the triteness, the cliche

ableedingheartableedingheartover 11 years ago
i see mixed reactions

i for one think its a beautiful sonnet with seamless iambic. The more i read your poems the more i relish them.

twelveoonetwelveooneover 11 years ago
a 5

through a child's eyes...a sonnet? why? what does the form do for the subject? just something to think about

greenmountaineergreenmountaineerover 11 years ago

Lovely sonnet, Demure, and the meter doesn't feel forced to me, something I first look for with iambic pentameter, whether it's in a sonnet or blank verse. I did think, however, "majestic way" and "darkling sky" a bit antiquated, more like something a poet might have said at the close of the nineteenth century before Messrs. Pound and Eliot came along.

SweetOblivionSweetOblivionover 11 years ago
Lovely

What a beautifully expressed description of wonderment - absolutely delightful. Sweet O.

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