This is a poem I wrote for another assignment in my creative writing class. For this one, we had to make a poem of our choice (either one of ours or someone else’s) into something visual. For mine, I organized the words into the shape of a red balloon with a string against a blue sky. I don’t know how to upload that image onto this, so I’ll just give you the poem in all its lonesome:
One balloon floating alone in the cloudless sky.
Red against a blue background, meandering toward the heavens.
Few people notice; most walk right by, oblivious to the surrounding world.
But one sees the lonely red balloon—a young boy, about the age of five.
He watches it gradually ascend into nothingness,
Getting smaller and smaller until it is no longer visible.
Only then does the boy notice his mother pulling on his hand,
And with one last glance at the cloudless sky,
He follows.
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