Superlatives ricochet
Off reflected facts,
The havoc wreaked
Captured not even once;
In its wake?
A tree-speckled past;
Yet balloons
Defy borders, drifting
Past, nonchalant,
Intentional perhaps,
Like a needed migration
Of imagination to where
Life does matter much...
Holden, this is quietly profound.
I love how your poem contrasts the chaos of facts with the lightness and freedom of balloons—symbols of imagination and movement. That final line, “to where life does matter much,” really lingers. It feels like a subtle call to re-center what matters. Beautifully done.
Regards,
Rolph
Tue 22nd Jul 2025 11:39
Thank you, Graham and Uilleam, I appreciate your comments! 😊
I've been called a balloon before...but that's rather a nice image, me drifting and bouncing nonchalantly through life😊
migration of imagination, nice words!
Mon 21st Jul 2025 15:45
Thank you, Leon! 😎
Sun 20th Jul 2025 14:57
Hi Holden. ' a DOUBT speckled past? mmm..what do I know? 😁
thank you
Leon
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Holden Moncrieff
Thu 24th Jul 2025 14:32
Thank you so much, Rolph, for your beautiful analysis, it really means a lot that you take the time! 💖