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The Last 39 Minutes of my Life

Over the edge, into s p a c e, 39, I've passed it—I'm counting back. Discovering, collecting what I missed or lack, Permit me somewhere to land. Let me see it, feel it, place it in my hand. Within a 39 revelation, I can find. Yttrium— is it my kind? No, close my mouth; don't let me ingest. Yet composition still infests As I play with elements over time. Counting, jumping, within your rhyme, Return to metal: yttrium, laser, LED. In outer space, you'll still find me. The very last 39 moments won't matter. Spirals, layers of endless questioning chatter; Use all your brain cells to lock me up. Contained noise as I rattle my prison cup, Stretch served time with mind e x p l o r a t i o n. With no one tuning in to my station, It lasts too long; expanded time I end in. Perhaps due to an infinite state of mind-bending. From polished shine, Earth air makes dull— Always feeling a skywards pull. No catastrophic abstract confusion, Just last words uttered for my own amusement. rare Earth elements point to clues and gift answers though light is blinding

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Hilda Greenhough

Date: 9/14/2024 3:23:00 PM

It sounds like an exciting adventure that is only spoiled by its brevity. I like your poem for it's creativity, although now you have me SC~AR~ED.

Di11y Da11y
Date: 9/14/2024 11:46:00 PM

The way I just searched that periodic table for an ED haha :) cute reply Hilda, thank you

David Kavanagh

Date: 9/14/2024 5:19:00 AM

Your poetry is certainly a rare Earth element Dilly, and how you come up with these conceptual pieces is beyond me, some great lines in here, rattling prison cups, stretch, served time, yttrium possibly a (half life) sentence of about 50 days so not too bad, you’ll be out of Broadmoor in no time lol! What a trip! Cheers David

Di11y Da11y
Date: 9/14/2024 6:21:00 AM

Just a bit of a surface scrape of yttrium rather than a deep dive, so the half life is news to me. Just thought I'd try for something different for the prompt and got a bit caught up in the idea of time unconceptualised (not a word) and the laser containing truth but blinding within the reveal. All wrapped up in the never knowing even if consumed or absorbed by the answer. Not sure what will happen if we broke out of the enclosed thinking... Then I decided I'd end the poem as I was in too deep for me haha I might revisit elements - the idea of them being clues was interesting :)

Clive Culverhouse

Date: 9/14/2024 4:53:00 AM

Glad you went for an odd number for devilment impact, 39 minutes, 39 also the number for Yttrium, nicely done, very playful and unexpected this one from you, brains cells to lock you up - very good D

Di11y Da11y
Date: 9/14/2024 4:57:00 AM

The last 39 minutes was related to a contest prompt and went down the rabbit hole with yttrium after that - I'm not sure if I lost the plot or found it writing this :)