Like amusement park balloons
escaping my grasp
you’re lost in the sky
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Good work. Looking at the sky thinking of a loved one who has died. Where are
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Where are they? Heaven? The cosmos?
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Thanks! They’re in the Blue.
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Hauntingly beautiful Bartholomewβ¦ π
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Thank you, Gypsie.
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You are most welcome Bartholomew! π
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Yes, a beautiful poem! Your poems do deliver and takes me places. πππ
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Up, up and away!
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It’s like good time has to end.
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That’s right. Fortunately, bad times end too.
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The balance of life.
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Or impermanence. Life doesn’t seem well balanced these days.
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Seems like there is a collective melancholy – two + years of “the covid” have accelerated the unraveling of societal cohesion.
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I appreciate the verb “accelerated” in that sentence. Well written.
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Thank you for this π
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You’re very welcome.
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