On Balloons and the Weightless

Where comes this reckoning of bated grip,
this fierce fraud against my trusting ties?
It comes at a verdant acreage tip,
where azure skies beckon my prize, "rise, rise."
Tail past my hold, an adieu from my eyes,
That cherished, shrinking, cherry speck quit me
for a bed, brighter and blue, where she now lies.
Not tree nor plea could block her rising free, you see.
Goodbye, sweet cherry speck! Goodbye to thee!
Be not bound; be so weightless as your word.
Quit troth and tie, and quit me for that sky.
Goodbye to thee. Rise to what you've preferred.
Quit the bittered; ascend this afternoon.
Be so weightless; be a balloon.

Reviews

[Creepy Swine Guy]

I love this. Though I struggled to understand it at the outset, it became crystal clear about halfway through. I am probably biased as I have lived this, but I believe that there is a stark truth here. I especially enjoyed ...

"Goodbye, sweet cherry speck! Goodbye to thee!
Be not bound; be so weightless as your word."

"So weightless as your word" That's a bullseye ... right between the eyes. Though sadly I fear that gravity has seized us and is pulling us down that slippery slope.

Sigh!

[J.R Schlievert]

I liked this and thank you for the entry, very nicely done

[R. Cygnet]

This is now my favorite poem. It's lovely. :D

[deeps]

I think this one is amazing i can feel the freedom of the soul descending in this. Wonderful write.

[Allie]

wistful, i love the idea of being weightless
colorful, si