Hot Air

Her ego filled the room
like hot air fills a balloon

If only she’d jump in the basket
and float up, up and away

Spare me from her know-it-all
contradictory statements

But alas, she does not
so I smile and nod
planning my escape

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I missed the last Quadrille Monday because I was focused on getting a writing contest entry done. The entry is done and submitted so I decided I had time today for 44 words. The Quadrille Monday prompt at dVerse Poets Pub this week requires the word “balloon” to be included in our 44 word poems. This is what I came up with.

I am a Jesus Freak, and I don't care who knows it. I am a wife, mother, sister, aunt, daughter, and friend. My blood family is only part of the larger family of Christ that I belong to. I love to write, especially about my dear Savior.

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22 Responses

  1. An apt poetic description of a personality that we all need to avoid. I’ve had a few characters in my life that I’d wish they’d balloon away in a basket or otherwise.

  2. You made me smile as I read, but also reminded me of the ‘balloons’ in my life! Popping in to say hello. Hope you’ve had a great week. Smiles xx

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