I Am A Balloon Poem by Zyw Zywa

I Am A Balloon



I am a balloon
tied with strings of gravity
to a bunch of people

together in a knot
of umbilical cords:
the earth

My inflated head thinks
to be independent, floating
in its own piece of heaven

(a fantastic existence
..above all the complications
..in the knot)

so full of all sensations
that I don't want to puncture them
because I'm a balloon

Friday, June 21, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: existence,mind
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Collection "The migration"
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Jane Campion 21 June 2019

You know what you are. An inflated balloon. Great poem.

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Zywa Zywa 21 June 2019

Thank you. As you write yourself: In this illusion we call life, ...... we are travelling. Travellers with our bags packed.

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