Good day and dear auspicious readers, bored over the shoulder voyeurs and generally confused pets. Always an honour.
I’m not going to ramble on for once, I believe today’s composition worthy of my restraint. I do hope you enjoyt, despite only writing it a couple days ago numerous hours have gone in at this point. Let’s see whether they were in vain. 🙂
“IT”, July 11, 2020.
The red balloon tersely frees its cord from a wretched clammy palm
Dreams of flight never again to be naively impugned
Gently ascending above the crowded marketplace
Surveys manifested destiny
Casting vague shadows and judgements
Fastidiously trivial ants and arrogantly frivolous movements
From lofty heights singular intentions are irrelevant
Dreams forever unknown and unfulfilled
Stale motivations benignly unattributable
Meanwhile, layered spheres drift gently past
A helium-drawn, snail-paced hyperdrive
Cloud cover gradually amassing sway and precipitation
And winds now strongly buffet intrepid wanderer
As internal pressures dangerously expand
Meticulously probing hull integrity
Crude and destructive elastic mutations
But clumsy dismantling uncovers clandestine elegance
Each undoing moment a paradox of creation
The caterpillar becomes a butterfly
A tempestuous river reunites with its parent ocean
Eventually, any collection accedes to divergence
Whether conscious inflation or oblivious token
Inevitably we all crash to dust.
Couple notes; did you know a balloon can make it approximately 9km before the helium expands and it pops? Now, annoyingly, the Troposphere, or first level of the atmosphere, extends to approximately 10km theoretically negating the “layered spheres drifting gently past”, thing, please assume our hero is in possession of innate fortitude making it just beyond and thus justifying my scientific naivete. After all, the actual height reached is a factor of the surface area among a myriad of other factors usually reserved strictly for mid-level, college prep physics classes, so it’s totally plausible. And you thought I wasn’t going to ramble…
Let x= have an exceptional day
Let y= you are amazing
Let z= go share your love with the World
Thank you very much= (X,Y,Z).
Solve for “you”
-Alex Blaikie
dReadpoetssobriety
A fractured mind held together by cellophane and some used tack.
Great post! Thanks.
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I’ve followed and look forward to more of your antics.
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Wonderfully rambling without rambling, and then rambling, and then finishing. Process is as process does. Excellent post! Well, pretty good. Then excellent again, and then pensive inducing wonderment. And, then, …. Yes, excellent post.
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Great post Alex! 🙂
Loved that equation at the end as well! 😀
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Thank you very much, you are extremely kind:)
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Reblogged this on Nelson MCBS.
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I feel exceedingly welcome:) thanks very much!
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An entertaining and interesting journey that red balloon took us on. This poem reminds me of a time in elementary school when we, the students, tied a postcard, with our return address, to a balloon and released it into the atmosphere. My postcard actually made it back to me from a nearby city. The school activity is questionable for so many reasons, but those were the “good old days.” 😆
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Thanks so much for the anecdote and kind words. It will all be the good ol days eventually so enjoy it now:)
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Loved it !! Great job 👍👍
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Thank you!
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The writing connect day and night in agreement for a 12-month calendar year=keep writing!
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Thank you!
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Wow! That left me speechless. Amazing. I love your poetry!
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You are extremely kind, thank you.
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