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Would you hold my balloons please?
I am troubled and sad.
I have so many of them,
I have lost count.
I have balloons of many colours,
shapes and size.
Some I have earned,
some I have not;
some I have collected,
or picked up in passing.
There are those I lusted for and
learned too late,
everything has a price;
some were thrust upon me,
by fortune or fate.
Some are very old,
handed to me at birth;
they bespeak a taint
of some obscure crime.
My problem is perspective.
My balloons have,
over time accumulated
and become entangled;
the strings have become twisted,
entwined,
tangled and knotted.
Would you hold my balloons please?
I give them to someone I can trust,
step back and view them from afar,
from this angle and that,
One day it would be my privilege
were you to ask me to hold yours.
Les Bush Copyright (1 March 2013)
My name is Les Bush. I live in Auckland, New Zealand. I have lived in New Zealand all my life. I am 60, the father of two adult sons.
I have, for personal pleasure and reward, been writing poetry for decades. Eleven years of my life were spent in active involvement, and participation, in all aspects of amateur theatre.
Professionally, I have been a publisher, editor and a freelance writer (with a focus on Theatre). I have previewed over 1,000 movies in my time of publishing (as well as books and records).
I re-discovered the joy and fulfillment of writing poetry (albeit in tragic circumstances) two years ago. I have written over 30 poems: of varying length and on a variety of subjects. I have shared some of my poems with small groups,and had a warm and positive reception to them.