The Poets' Place

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Carousel

On the battlefield, the bodies

arrayed in a grotesque march.

Soldiers who give everything and still

believe, trust -

but betrayal can never be accepted;

and always the fear of loss and more loss,

and always the blood of innocent victims.

~susan

While Calliope sings
weirdly out of tune
as lights flash by
my life
has never been
so well defined
as by that empty horse
on this empty merry go round
whirling in an endless night
no rewards in sight
not even
a brass
ring.

~bb

it all looks good.

that's the thing.

a little gold gilding

and bright paint.

quit being scared.

hop on! i'll take you

round. you'll think

you're getting there,

but then...

your mother's

face at twelve

again, again.

the sickness of

up and down

back around the

other kids laughing

at your timidness.

ride's over kid.

there now, off.

wasn't life good?

~dw

they ain't all horses you know

somes is roosters

and other strange things

and why i wonders

is all the pretty horses

full

just when that adorable little child

with the big big eyes

and the big big hope

gets just about ready to have her first ride?

why do she have to choose

between that scary looking rooster

or a longer wait?

~ateto mort

riveted upon this platform
it shall not move away
from the illusory motion
the stardust light
extinguished
at the end of day
a respite from relentless
up and down
going nowhere
going round
so the paint will fade
the bulbs go dim
the ride ends
the burdened
disassembled
cast aside

~mjs

spins

up down and strange

revolve around nucleuiiaspla

nets revolve around suns

around brihadeshvara at tanjore around

around keshava sommathpur around

around brahmeshvara at bhuvaneshvar around

round karli round

mandela wheels west,

electrics kinetic retinue

fairy time

past present

ago

lands

parking lot of pre lent adjacent

saint ignatius church,

sanctioned revenue carneval.

kiddo wants to ride the carousel,

ok, bought tickets, get in long line,

waiting our turn to madrush zoo creatures,

horsies go fast, choices choices,

she found one, up you go.

ultra lithe, all light

bright eyes, giddy

in motion

~gmatter

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