He was six and got
a red balloon;
his sister got a blue.
A day in spring when
suddenly
… the wind
sneaked up behind
and stole
her blue balloon.
And crying
he gave up
his red balloon to let
it join his sister’s
… blue(s).
Girl with balloon by Banksy
Today it’s quadrille at dVerse, and De wants us to write poetry using the word balloon in a poem with 44 words. The poem is based on a true story, and I actually did release my balloon after my sister’s balloon. I still remember our two balloons leaving for the sky.
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March 27, 2017
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Awww. This is the sweetest thing!
Oh, I love a happy ending. 😊
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Awww… sweet childhood memories!!
B, this is just the sweetest. As a child, I always begged for a balloon, only to release it. My mom would get so frustrated, until (she says) one day she watched ME, watching it float away. She realized I probably got more joy out of watching that balloon fly than most kids got keeping theirs. 😉
PS: I love that the title’s true “solace” was found in letting go. A good metaphor for life, really.
Thank you… it also taught me a bit about equality, it taught me a lot actually…
How sweet of you…and this is a fun childhood memory!
What a wonderful narrative and just a touching last stanza.
This is so touching, Bjorn, so loving. My first balloon memory is of a balloon whisked away by the wind. One of my first personal experiences of loss, perhaps. But no sweet brother to ameliorate it.
Charming! And I love the (s) ending!
Fantastic–truth being stronger than fiction. This moment you have shared is incredible, piercing the gray of my day with the last image of two balloons floating to Norway.
There is something magical about balloons floating away into the sky. This reminds me of the Lamorisse film.
What a great brother you were! I think my brother might have gloated with glee!
Aw, that’s lovely. I love that childhood sense of justice.
Aww!❤️ This is such a wonderfully sweet memory.. 😀 thank you for sharing!❤️
Such a sweet memory. I hated balloons as a child because the pop! scared me. But this is a wonderful memory.
Björn, this is so sweetly nostalgic (or nostalgically sweet) and it ends so wonderfully!
Oh goodness, how sweet.
Very nice story of empathy.
sibling love and sharing pain – something I never take for granted. loved the beauty in the relationship shown here.
Aww, this would make a touching silent short film.
It really would.
Such beautiful innocent empathy depicted here!
That’s watching out for each other.
Aww this brings back memories and me and my brother when we were little. So cute.
Oh this one is full of sweetness and innocence. It also teaches a lesson to share in the joys and sorrows of others.
That ‘s so sweet. He gave up his balloon to help his sister. What a great ending, an act of unselfish love.
uhhhuuuh. this is such a touching quadrille! ❤
wow! so much meaning with ‘blue(s)’ very touching write. 🙂
A sweet story 🙂
Oh my.. first, I’m glad to find we were inspired by Banksy’s work in different ways Bjorn. Your poem that goes with it is heartfelt and full of love.
How very brotherly and tactfully accomplished and at such a tender age!
Hank
Beautiful words and such a gorgeous gesture. What a lovely brother you are.
Oh the title was absolutely perfect for these. Even as adults sometimes the only path to solace is to let go.
That is a cute story. It reminds me of what my own kids will do for each other to show their love (when they’re not fighting, of course)
Brothers protect sisters for sure 😉
There really is something so heartbreaking for a child to lose their balloon. This is such a beautiful poem, and the fact that it’s based on true events is quite lovely. I also love that you used the Balloon Girl piece by Banksy. It is one of my favorite.
Good brother Karma in the bank for all the pigtail pulling days 😉
I love this picture of a special bond between siblings and of compassion and empathy.
The tiniest act of empathy can be enduring. I have written 2 poems about a red balloon. There is something about them that is so ~ poetic ~~~~~
Simple with a great twist at the end! HIs sister’s blues and (blue and red make) purple face from crying.
What a sweet gesture this was!
What a sweet story, and a lovely poem.
Loved it!
Heart whelming poem!
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This was a clear and powerful poem. My poem today is about grief in case you have time to look? Have a good day, Sam