Dawn strummed to day
By plectrums of
daunting faith
Each on its own
Floating in the
graveyard of night
Masking inevitability with beauty
A day to float
A Blind Bird
There's no sky, just stars.
Dawn strummed to day
By plectrums of
daunting faith
Each on its own
Floating in the
graveyard of night
Masking inevitability with beauty
A Blind Bird 
A very profound poem…
“Each on its own
Floating in the
graveyard of night
Masking inevitability with beauty”..
“each on its own” their are like the diamond facets, but not the diamond…
powerful, and beautifully illustrated! Thank you!
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Yes, exactly. ‘Diamond facets, but not the diamond’ – very poetic and precisely the message I wanted to convey. How the presence of those balloons is required for those who wish to see it, but not for those who choose to ignore.
Thank you for the beautiful comment! Take care. 🙂
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I used to live in Albuquerque, New Mexico and went to the fiesta there as well as had them fly over our house every year! You captured the exhilaration in both your photos and words!
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Wow! Must have been a delight watching them every season. I have once and it was magical, the way it drifts, slowly and beautifully.
Thank you for the kind words. Your support means a lot to me. Take care. 🙂
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such a lovely ditty 🙂 “plectrums” woo hoo new word for the day!
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Thanks! 🙂
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This is a beautiful expression. You have a unique and poignant writing style. I look forward to reading more of your work. I also love the design of your blog! 🙂
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Thank you! I love your work too. And I am thankful to have found your lovely blog. Have a great week ahead! Take care. 🙂
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