Carousel
(for Marvin, Paul, Roberta, and Diana)
there is a carousel
spinning, ever spinning
and sometimes those riding
must forget to hold on
glorious they are
splendid
enjoying the ride so much they forget
to hold on
for dear life
dear life
radiant they are
their faces
bodies
souls
and as the carousel spins
too quickly perhaps
too beautifully
they forget
they forget to hold on
and off they spin
into some other place
where angels see them coming
smile
celebrate
and welcome them
with open wings
Comments
Neil McKay
February 8, 2013
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I had a dream like that once.
I had a dream like that once. It's a very evocative poem. The sparse words are densely packed with feeling. It made me feel like smiling through tears.
Michele McFadden
February 11, 2013
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Carousel
Thank you, Neil, for your affirmation.