Thursday, June 23, 2011

ferris wheel

at the carnival again-

they promised me a ride-

walking by the Ferris wheel
I see the pile of lost limbs
paid for such an "economical"
undertaking.

I ignore them-

mother told me she was afraid
of the Ferris wheel, she doesn't
like to get stuck at the top-
although she never does like a
"come-down" very much.

her worries are tight laces-

they hold my shoes on-

I like getting stuck at the top,
when else does machinery agree
with me, and my need to see
everything all at once?
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5 comments:

  1. BubbaJune 23, 2011 at 8:45 AM

    Love that finale! (Try a roller coaster!)

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  2. bttrflyscarJune 23, 2011 at 9:04 AM

    hah, my husband takes me on those against my will, hows that for a metaphor? LOL.

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  3. EllaJune 23, 2011 at 1:33 PM

    I love the line, "her worries are tight laces"...so true~ Well Done!!!

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  4. AnonymousJune 23, 2011 at 2:11 PM

    Hard to be contained when one expands the horizon. Well written.

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  5. madhumakhiJune 24, 2011 at 3:16 AM

    "her worries are tight laces". Very creative!

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