A carousel of dreams
spins in time with rhythmic tones
horses
and children
ever circling
trapped in a movement
a mechanical response
never hearing the music
or stopping
a continuous droll
calling to it's neighbors
asking if they feel the pulse
a staged presence
inwardly rotted
outwardly painted
the horse
pegged
to
the
floor
2 comments:
oh my gosh...wow.
love that ending. dunno what it means, but I know I like it.
Thank you...it's hard to share my poetry with people because it isn't always easy to understand. Honestly, I don't always completely understand it either. I just know that it feels good to write it out.
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