Carousel
Pondering horses on circular courses
A purpose with nowhere to go
Their manes set flailing, faces detailing
Refusing to heed to the whoa
Butterfly travels on opulent saddles
Tiny faces exposing their heart
Some feign distraction others crave action
The youngest need help at the start
Ticketed haste to a Wurlitzer pace
In air pumped with confection
The children exact, while their parents react
To a landscape of shifting complexion
Impressions regale, the innocence unveiled
A periphery of luster and worn smooth brass
Memories made on one perfect day
And you yearned it would never pass
Now this shows all of us what great poetry is made of! I couldn't stop reading this poem. Must have read it four times. Each time it gave me but a deeper journey traveled. God Bless, Ten does not do your work justice so I didn't vote. Linda
bravo, bravo...very beautiful and strong write sir....it sure is a very vivid write indeed but your first stanza continued with the whole poem make me to understand differently........ ' Pondering horses on circular courses A purpose with nowhere to go Their manes set flailing, faces detailing Refusing to heed to the whoa'....it sounds like us or i might be wrong.....thanks many many 100'ssssss rgds asif
Very engaging piece, strong words revealing many unspoken things. You write well Pablo.10
A spectacular landscape of memories painted in very rich colors.10 Best wishes. A.
I chose this title as I loved the musical movie Carousel. You have painted some beautiful pictures with your words and have started the poem wonderfully. Descriptive and creative writing. 10 Karin Anderson
YOUR POEMS ARE ALWAYS FULL OF IDEAS AND THIS IS NOT DIFFERENT PRAGMATIC AND LOVELY. SAQIB
I agree with everyone. There's nothing more that I can say but 10! keep writing...... Jake
Wonderful memories re-created and vividly recalled..Enjoed this one, smiles all the way. Sid.
What a magical memory you have shared, Pablo! ! ! And the poem, so prettily written too - its lyrical pace mimicking the sound of the Wurlitzer and the rising and falling of the brightly painted horses. Your first two lines in particular are a delight. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I can remember those days with my children.