The balloon of you
is filled at the start
with something lighter than air--
perhaps a mix of spirit, ether, and time--
and, buoyant, lifts above the gravitied ground
to float and move with the wind-- but all balloons have
porous skins and spirit, ether and time leak out,
imperceptibly (unless thorns burst you open),
and the mass exceeds the buoyancy
and gravity pulls you back,
slowly, to the dust ball
that made you.
with something lighter than air--
perhaps a mix of spirit, ether, and time--
and, buoyant, lifts above the gravitied ground
to float and move with the wind-- but all balloons have
porous skins and spirit, ether and time leak out,
imperceptibly (unless thorns burst you open),
and the mass exceeds the buoyancy
and gravity pulls you back,
slowly, to the dust ball
that made you.
True. I like the floating part best.
Lovely.
The balloon image is a great metaphor - simple and unsentimental. Lovely poem.
Ah, yes, ether and thorns. Wonderful metaphor and imagery.
"a mix of spirit, ether, and time--and, buoyant, lifts above the gravitied ground"
Unconventional, but definitely grabbed me.*
Delightful ride, gentle landing. *
Nicely done. *
yep
GReAT!
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I suppose, but I haven't touched down yet. *
Thanks to everyone for the lovely commentary and stars.
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thanks, Steve.
Neat and exciting.
My favorite is: perhaps a mix of spirit, ether, and time--
and, buoyant, lifts above the gravitied ground
Lovely piece. *
thanks. i am grateful for the comments.