Sunday, July 28, 2013

vintage ballooning

I fly over vegetation with the crows circling
who wove a tale that has lasted for eons?
I see scarce light on the ground
no one has the strength to see the eroded soil
last time I was there I could foresee rain
falling on the rooted cells of unknown plants
change has been less in reality
but mind has revisited it numerous times.
balloons may carry me away
but I will end up eroded on the ground

"no one can escape the inevitable end
non living objects are no different from living ones"

16 comments:

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Love the idea of vintage ballooning, and enjoyed poem and image!

Ron. said...

I, too, loved the photo & the clarity of comment on impermanence. Well done.

izzy said...

The start gave the impression it might go into Sci-fi, I enjoyed it thanks!

Tess Kincaid said...

Change is always a good visit...

oldegg said...

Humanity often appears cross that it has no control of its destiny. Crows however do not even think of changing it...even the stones are stoic.

Gillena Cox said...

there is a nice airiness about the mood of your poem which gives balance
we all crave


much love...

zanzinece said...

Cleverly, mesmerically writen as usual, my dear. This hit the button in me that makes me sad for the unwanted: things, animals, people, the whole nine : )

christopher said...

I agree with you in this poem that there is no clear line between the living and the inert. I for one expect when I have perfect clarity that I will see why it is that living rocks appear dead.

mindlovemisery said...

I really like it!

Helen said...

... nicely done.

Jinksy said...

I'm happy to weave a tale that lasts long enough for somebody else to read it!

sage said...

We desire to fly but alwys end back on the ground...

Bone said...

Seems very solemn. But I like the idea of looking down from above.

Nanka said...

Mind may be filled with lofty ideas and a desire to fly, but it is always better that a part remains rooted and grounded....for when the fall comes it is not so hard!!

Sue said...

Great first line...

I fly over vegetation with the crows circling

=)

mhttp://pieceofpie.wordpress.com/2013/08/02/pickup-magpie/s pie said...

hmmmm this place feels sorta like existentialism