#helium
My old friends all thought that I was peculiar;
Went fluttering high in the sky—
Looked down and all the friends were all looking up, though;
Became the height
Of all trees and electric lines,
But that, really, only, happened once, though;
The piano carried
A tune; and, in turn, I went fluttering high,
As high as the high ceilings would go; though
I was let down with a new tune;
The highest of highs as far as tunes go.
I’d never want to come down in my dreams; though
When I was as high as the treetops, and
Flapping my arms to the sky;
The friends all noticed and screeched,
But only, and I mean, only in my dreams.
The ways, in which, I have been high, though;
It all doesn’t seem as what it seems.
In my dreams I am high as the treetops;
Those wires bigger than I remember,
Then, suddenly I am down, though;
With my feet placed firmly to ground.
I have never thought about filling up with helium, before;
But that thought was just as it had seemed.
©2025EllenFinn
Nov 13, 2025
Nov 13, 2025 at 1:20 PM UTC
Hey, temptress!
You pretty little thing.
You wrapped around my neck,
Then you began to sing.
You breathed into my mouth,
And I took all of you in.
Hey, crooner!
You sultry seamstress...
My only Eleni Mandell.
You were lulling me to sleep,
So onto my bed, I fell.
And I thought I was in heaven...
Never thought I'd wake up in hell.
And I am never coming back...
This much, I can tell.
Hey, Betty!
You told me...
Everything's gonna be alright.
But my momma's been cryin'...
All day, all night.
**** Betty!
You told me...
You were gonna set things right.
But, everywhere, there's just fire,
And it has set my soul alight.
May 26, 2018
May 26, 2018 at 9:01 AM UTC
Hydrogen, a gas
Fusing in the night sky stars
As we watch in awe.
Helium, such a
Noble gas, lightly lovely,
Filling our balloons.
Our first alkali
Lithium, lightest metal,
Stabilizing moods.
Beryllium, a
Metal that makes alloys which
Are strong and don't spark.
Do your laundry, friends,
And experience boron:
Borax detergent.
Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 12:19 PM UTC
I breathe it in from the end
Of this balloon that I'm holding
and blow it back in
I keep inhaling,
I'm finally doing it.
I'm getting out.
No more worries;
No more doubts
Because now my lungs are helium doused .
Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 4:26 AM UTC
*My little helium filled heart
floats off into the clouds,
free from the weight of itself.
It makes miniatures of buildings
losing sight of material things.
From its' skewed perspective,
high in the stratosphere,
It has grown bigger than
the earth itself.
There is poetic sadness
in finally reaching happy;
a lust for inspiration
in the openness of the
universe it creates.*
Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 6:25 AM UTC
While the bud butterflies melt their wings
Within the light red poppy chain,
The pink-gray clouded, sad sunset rings.
In this lost sky, the sun's light vein
Is almost thrown in a ****** rain.
The leaving sun abandons the sky
For the moon, and in the cricket crawl
The leaves of the oaks whisper 'good bye',
While the coming night has a dark shawl.
She looks at the stars with a black eye.
The sun and the stars find synergy,
In the regolith on the moon,
But with helium fusing energy,
This moon looks like a big balloon,
Or like a fragile, silky cocoon.
And like those thoughts enveloped in words,
Or like angels carrying their pure love,
Are the Feathers of the Holy Birds
In that rain dropping the divine globes
On the strong souls needing love rewards.
Any epistemological sphere
Is pouring up to the Holy Book,
Or is falling down to disappear.
The reverse arch gets a killer look.
Tries to provide fragrance of fear.
The fluid, wicked waves draining in sight
On Earth to meet at infinity
Are like the dark rays in the pure light.
Light rays are arches of Trinity,
While dressed in wind seems to be the night.
Stars are candles and night lights them all,
The colors withdraw in the last light.
In the black darkness, they look so small.
The dream seeds germinate for a fight,
Becoming real while breaking their wall.
© copyright Marieta Maglas
Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 4:05 PM UTC