Ferris Wheels and Fireflies.

Ferris Wheels and Fireflies.

A Poem by Pete

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Secrets twirling in black forests.
Locked doors with keyholes that play peek-a-boo.
Shut when you do and ajar when you don't.
Only the almighty has the passcode.
On galling getaways and tight-lipped treks.
We frequent demented drive-throughs.
Receiving charred ashes of scourged hearts as takeout.
Redeemable with cosmic coupons and volcanic vouchers.
Depositing dirt at loathsome laundromats with bleached blessings and chlorinated confessions.
Marked cards.
 Undetectable in the shuffle.

Tin can sedans and punked-out pickups with power steering.
Gassed-up and guzzling.
Former low-riders flashing peace signs.
Shiny metal spinning in the dark and hanging beneath curious, outstretched necks.
Half empty bottles and vacant church pews.
Only the candles matter.
There's only one lighter and it ain't from Bic.

Fishing vessels cast a wide net trolling for truth.
Dredging broken bottoms.
The sea always churns and belches what doesn't belong.
Waving with capsizing cartwheels.
Lonely hearts never smile sincerely.
Like rodeo riders and carnival clowns.
Performing distracting rope tricks to kill time.
A watched clock never advances.
We hold the means to light the night.

The sun always comes out again.
Has its way.
Granting yet another day.
Weeds don't grow to the sky.
No need to wonder why.
Liniment for churning souls is the rub.
Lovely view from the top and white-knuckle time
as we go 'round one more time as ...
... Ferris wheels and fireflies ...

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A metaphor of forests black and more,
support the doubts we all prefer to hide
But better that than crying on the floor
Or rushing off to find a skirt to bride

The urge to cling to locked doors gone astray,
sends many screaming fools onto their grave.
Yet scores of volunteers still line the quay,
to offer up themselves to be a slave.

Could Darwin have been wrong? since after all
the fittest fill the bottom of the sea,
and those with foolish impulse make the call
to reproduce the future you and me?

Eternally, the waves break on the beach,
and we forever grasp beyond our reach.


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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Pete

3 Weeks Ago

your thoughts are felt and appreciated. thank you!



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Your words ring strong, blunt, and true. I LOVE the constant alliteration throughout, and vivid imagery. Flows nicely on the mind. :)

Posted 5 Days Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Pete

4 Days Ago

what a nice review. thank you so much for sharing your thoughts. appreciated!
Made me picture my life as some sort of messed up carnival, but in a good metaphorical way, ha.

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Pete

1 Week Ago

"messed up carnival" - i love it. Lol. thanks sis!
A metaphor of forests black and more,
support the doubts we all prefer to hide
But better that than crying on the floor
Or rushing off to find a skirt to bride

The urge to cling to locked doors gone astray,
sends many screaming fools onto their grave.
Yet scores of volunteers still line the quay,
to offer up themselves to be a slave.

Could Darwin have been wrong? since after all
the fittest fill the bottom of the sea,
and those with foolish impulse make the call
to reproduce the future you and me?

Eternally, the waves break on the beach,
and we forever grasp beyond our reach.


Posted 3 Weeks Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Pete

3 Weeks Ago

your thoughts are felt and appreciated. thank you!

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