Starship travelers float along neath their lead-moon-balloon
Sailing just above the fray // isolated from the chaos below
Looking down with scorn on everybody beneath them
Thinking how lucky they are not to have to mix with riffraff
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Puttering along in their imaginary fantasy they huddle together
Talking of how they hope to find the perfect place to drop anchor
A world where they will be alone with gated communities
Yet still in control of what goes on beyond those iron gates
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After all it would be unthinkable to mix with the likes of them
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But as the loud clammer and strife goes on below
They find there is really no utopian place to go
For starship fantasies and lead-moon-balloons can only sail so far
And clammer and strife will emerge wherever they are…
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So, they slowly descend into reality’s chaos
Knowing they can’t get far on lead-moon-balloons
And starship fantasies
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Today at d’Verse, Lillian asked us to choose from four abstract art pieces by Catrin Welz-Stein and write an ekphrastic poem from inspiration we get from studying it.
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Thank you.
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Your first line is ekphrastic poetry to a T! This is exactly what this is when I see it with your words. It is kind of sad to me that they set themselves above so many by saying they don’t want to mix with the rifraff and they’re looking for gated communities. But then they discover there is a bit of chaos everywhere…..and they can not stay above it.
Such an interesting take on the image!
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Thank you so much, Lillian. I am so glad you enjoyed this one. It just grabbed me when I looked through your choices. Such a parody on today’s society. I appreciate your kind words.
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This reads like a great allegorical poem. Reality always finds a way to punch you in the gut. Can’t be an idealist who dreams and lives in a make-believe world. This is a fantastic poem. I loved everything about it.
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Thank you so much for your kind words! I agree. Too many folks live with their head in the clouds until reality hits them in one form or another. I am so glad you enjoyed my poem.
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We can never fly away from it all, can we?
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No, you are exactly right.
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This is indeed a fantastic poem. The clammor and strife exist wherever we all are and beyond the flights of lead moon balloons
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Thank you so much! Yes, we can’t hide from it indefinitely. He eventually hits all of us!
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So much truth in these piece. Trouble finds us all eventually. Well done.
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Thank you so much for your kind comments. Yes it does.
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Well, the fantasy must have been nice while it lasted, poor deluded souls.
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Ha ha… yes, until that lead balloon runs out of air! There are still a few of those poor deluded souls around it seems.
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For sure!
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Came crashing down, back to the chaos of reality. Sadly, it is everywhere and we cannot escape it. Good one!
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Thank you so much, Grace. Yes, it touches all of us eventually.
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“They find there is really no utopian place to go”
very thought-provoking
much♡love
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Thank you Gillena. So glad it made you think!
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I have to say I love the image of the lead balloon… which of course made me think of Led Zeppelin and then of course the “Stairway to Heaven”
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Ha ha… Thanks Bjorn. I am glad it took you there!
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Beautiful imagery in your poem, Dwight!
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Thank you so much Jay.
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Clever to have them coming down to earth eventually
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It is inevitable it seems. Thank you Derrick.
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So apt for today’s world. Where do we go to find peace and happiness? Beautiful piece, Dwight.
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Thank you so much for your kind comments.
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You’re welcome, Dwight.
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“Sailing just above the fray // isolated from the chaos below” ~~~ oh yes, I love when that happens, often during long walks, listening to good music. Never wanting to land in reality. A lovely poem, Dwight.
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Thank you so much, Helen. We need to escape from time to time, but we always seem to have to come back to reality eventually.
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Like they say, what goes up must come down. Wonderful writing and message, as you do. 👏🏻
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Thank you Michele. You are right, escape only lasts momentarily it seems. I appreciate your kind words.
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You’re welcome, Dwight.
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cloud barriers make a comfy cushion between them and us, so I wouldn’t expect that balloon to sink any time soon. If only this message could rise above the clouds, reach them, and really sink in.
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Ha ha…. reality does set in in time. They will eventually have to touch down! Thanks Lisa.
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You’re welcome. Also glad to see the doc gave you the clean bill of health.
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Yes, it is wonderful to feel good again!
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What a great piece of social (socialist?) observation Dwight – even the 1% are in the world and not as above it as they think…
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Yes, that is exactly what I was thinking. Reality hits us all eventually!
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I love this especially; “Starship travelers float along neath their lead-moon-balloon/Sailing just above the fray isolated from the chaos below.” 💖💖
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Thank you so much, Sanaa.
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Hi Dwight, I love the whimsy of this poem. Such a pity they can’t stay up there above the world.
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Ha ha… what goes up…. Thanks for enjoying my poem.
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Haha, yes, indeed. I really did enjoy it a great deal.
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:>)
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“Looking down with scorn on everybody beneath them
Thinking how lucky they are not to have to mix with riffraff,,,,
makes me think that boat is full of elite politicians. I wish they would come down and “mix with the riffraff” and feel what reality really is!
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Love this, Dwight! Pipe dreams peter out.
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Thank you Sara. Yes they do and come down with a crash.
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Fantasies have their place and dreams can make the world better…but Utopia is still out of our grasp. Well written tale, Dwight! 💞
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Thank you so much Dawn.
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Great job on the form and the message is wonderful, Dwight.
“So, they slowly descend into reality’s chaos
Knowing they can’t get far on lead-moon-balloons
And starship fantasies”
Love these lines!
💗
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Thank you so much. It was a fun fantasy write!
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You’re so welcome!!🩷
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