A merry-go-round metaphor for going nowhere fast, so apropos to most hurried lives lived in the future rather than in the now. As futile as living in the past. The way the form tapers off is like a fading echo from the final desperate cry for an authentic life.
No life is worth clinging to, as this part is simply the inner dark of a cocoon.
Let go
Such a well written poem...
A merry-go-round metaphor for going nowhere fast, so apropos to most hurried lives lived in the future rather than in the now. As futile as living in the past. The way the form tapers off is like a fading echo from the final desperate cry for an authentic life.
No life is worth clinging to, as this part is simply the inner dark of a cocoon.
Let go
Such a well written poem...
Not to mess with a very nice piece, but in the beginning, I expected this to be a merry go round poem. But you turned the corner and changed the direction to a sad end. Well done.
Posted 9 Years Ago
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9 Years Ago
Thank you Willard for dropping by
9 Years Ago
Apparently I am not very attentive to reviewed work. A mind is a terrible thing to waste.
I was drawn in by your title but enjoyed the flow of your piece even more. Wonderful imagery. Reminds of a poem I recently read depicting life as a series of waves " with each rise and fall, we fight the undertow, and pray for a quick rise to the crest, for we cannot control the tide". Excellent work. Thank you for sharing.
Until the end, I saw hope, but hope was dashed as the end came near. Life can be a carousel with emotions circling you looking for weakness. Waiting for you to give up and give in. Stand strong and find the future that is yours. Nice work on this piece with imagery and flow. Well done.
Posted 9 Years Ago
9 Years Ago
Thank you for dropping by and your kind words Willard
yes, no balloons or streamers...just the end...and in the end we only have ourselves and our lives to reflect upon---did we do as much with it that we could? or do we have regrets?
questions that linger ----and if we let them, they could drive us crazy.
Strindberg said.
" When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more..