November Moondrops Poetry

Balloons: Petrarchan Sonnet

One by one I take three little balloons
Pastel coral, blue, and cream head on cloud
And I see someone, to the show I bow
I ran to meet him, ran to rocky loops
Of a switching snap, forgets glowing moons
Took until the end, to remember now
Then wonder the way to get back of how
And realize that I have been of fools
One, I burst out of flowing tears to cry
Two, sits on bench, thinks alone at the park
Three, knew they would go up and away, fly
Four, they were one of a kind, glowed in dark
Five, they glow of misty, and pop they die
Six, let them go, like problems we take part

~s🍁v🍁nn🍁h