A Carnival by the Sea

A reoccurring dream I have, about a colourful, yet fair carnival, on an ever stretching beach.

Cast upon a canvas, white:

A carnival of pretty papers,

bustling-

under flags of stripes and colour,

circled by soaring gulls

visiting from the wide,

naked,

painted sea,

airily a mirage,

disappears sweetly

Satin waves break

against stretching shores,

caressing sand,

demanding-

a gentle hand's touch,

Apollo's fire;

the beaming sun's warmth

Floating rings of cotton-

pink,

white,

ever so thin, 

fade deftly-

into solemn sunlight,

evaporate-

into eternity

And like the paint crumbles from this jaded canvas,

so too does the castle...

before it rises once more.

Reviews

[kitty]

- canvas only has one "s" -

[Ryan Abram]

Thank you for your brilliantly deep, intricate review of my piece.

[kitty]

You're welcome. I hope you appreciated the subtle metaphor I used in the fourth paragraph to compliment your alliteration, and of course my blissfully skillful symbolism as I noted your use of texture. Really, my review is more artful than the poem.

[Ryan Abram]

Well, this poem is pretty artful...

[kitty]

It is xD I'm sorry