I shot a cannonball
or so I was planning
but it got stuck
inside my cannon.
Despite desire,
it would not fire,
mere wisps I’d muster
with zero bluster.
From deep within the belly of the iron beast,
A great force yearned for a grand release.
Yet, stubbornly it sat, that heavy ball,
Within the cannon’s chamber, refusing the call.
Each pull of the lever, each twist and turn,
Met with resistance, the lesson to learn.
Was it fear, or perhaps a twist of fate?
That kept the cannonball, from meeting its state.
A whimsical thought danced in the breeze,
What if the cannonball sought only to please?
Its desire not to fly, but to simply stay,
Inside its metallic home, come what may.
But the universe’s rhythm, with its playful jest,
Would not let the cannonball, have its rest.
For every force in the cosmos, every star and tree,
Finds its purpose, in being set free.
So with a gentle whisper, and a dash of grace,
The universe nudged the ball, out of its place.
And with a roar and rumble, the cannon did sing,
As the once stuck ball, took flight on its wing.
Summary:
We weave a whimsical tale of a cannonball’s hesitation, reflecting on the playful dance of desire and destiny.
Glossarium:
- Whimsical Jest: A playful twist of fate, a cosmic joke.
- Cosmic Nudge: The universe’s gentle push towards destiny.
“In the middle of difficulty lies opportunity.”
— Albert Einstein
Hesitation held its grip, a force so profound,
Yet destiny’s dance, knows no such bound.
For in the rhythm of life, and the beat of the heart,
Every moment’s a start, a work of art.
How does the dance of desire and destiny play out in the grand cosmic ballet of your existence?
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