Hot air released to the clouds
Sighs flying
Breathe in
Breathe out
Disappear from view
Air balloons
Transient moons
Sun comes up
Sun goes down
Memories in between
Inflated by emotions
Land on my mind
Misplaced by others
Photos from my phone capture and recall
Moments as intangible as all those
Hot air balloons
A moment in time
Ahhh I remember
It lives on my phone
Long after it’s passed
Why do we cling to
Memories
They were never meant to last
Just hot air baloons
Flying
*Header photo taken from out balcony at the Gold Coast Saturday morning. A week-end of beautiful moments with my daughter in law to be and her lovely family of women, choosing a bridal gown – so many heart delivered memories. I didn’t capture any on my phone apart from this one – because they seemed too special to give over to Icloud to store for me. So I keep them in my heart instead. Can’t even trust the head these days. Memories are so easily distorted or forgotten there.
there’s been a lot of songs about memories: those hot air balloons of though but they are what we draw from in our poems, our art; having said that I can’t think of a single ode to memory —
“Memories, light the corners of my mind, misty water caloured memories – of the way we were” Barbara Streisand tune is all I can think of John and I’m not sure thats an ode to memories…
nice though 🙂
Love the poem and the message behind it. We live in the past and future and yet we’re meant to live in the present.
So difficult to stay here Pooja 😊
Love this, Kate, and your photographic inspiration as well!
Thanks Mitch – there is something about hot air balloons – so whimsical, I can never resist taking a picture when I see them.