Carousel

Carousel

A Poem by Fran Marie

I never got off the
merry- go -round
riding the horse.that 
went up and down
the music played loud
 and long a sweet melody
 and the ten cent ticket
seem to last an eternity

the carousel's spinning
made dreams form to
reality;writing them
into my poetry ~
each spin spun a new
 word world to be read
as visions of poems
danced round in my head 

never reached
the shiny brass ring
just riding the ride
 was the prize i gleaned
hoping someday my
verse may be seen
those by gone years
time span fast
and new riders now
        i see, 
 yet I'm still
there young at heart
with glee
and at last this tale to tell
because you see I never 
got off that old carousel

© 2021 Fran Marie


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You craft a well-spun symbol, showing how life can be a carousel. Your poem is dynamic. It conveys a playful childlike spirit, as if stepping onto one's proverbial "carousel" transforms life into something more like a child might experience. Great rhythm & rhyme to suggest a lilting mood, gliding thru the ups & downs of life. I also love that reaching for the brass ring is NOT what this ride is all about . . . leaving this a little open-ended so we can imagine how we might ride this ride called life (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 2 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

  Fran Marie

2 Months Ago

yes that's it exactly
your review is spot
on;certainly had
my share of ups read more



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My daughter and I saw a Play "Carousel" with Robert Goulet singing
about his daughter. We had third row seats... making the experience
personal... at Wolfe Trappe for the performing Arts. My daughter was about
five years old... and I know it gave her Confidence as she grew to have a son and daughter of her own.
Now, as a Grandmother, I remain on that same Carousel as the Music inspires great Emotions.
truly, Pat

Posted 4 Weeks Ago


  Fran Marie

4 Weeks Ago

Thanks dear Pat
the carousel still
spins; ride as many
times as your heart
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When I think of carousels my inner child rises in glee. Always happy for an outing is she. And you too are young at heart, and that my friend is a great place to be. I have just reread my response and find it has rhymed and I might add, it was unintentionally done. What fun. Stay on that ride and I will join you. Carousels lift the mood. Hope all is good with you Fran Marie.

Chris

Posted 1 Month Ago


  Fran Marie

1 Month Ago

I see that,you
are a true rhymer,

happy to have you
join in on the
read more
A wonderful poem shared dear Fran.
"yet I'm still
there young at heart
with glee
and at last this tale to tell
because you see I never
got off that old carousel"
I loved the above lines. Few carousels are left. Good to be able to ride the carousel and know laughter and some fun. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

Posted 1 Month Ago


  Fran Marie

1 Month Ago

yes, laughter
is the best medicine
for what ails you.
after all.

.. read more
Coyote Poetry

1 Month Ago

I agree dear Fran and you are welcome.
Indeed, stay on that carousel and keep writing. I'm afraid, though, the days of ten cent tickets are long gone. Miss them myself.

Posted 2 Months Ago


  Fran Marie

2 Months Ago

Thanks John
yes;always another
poem to be spun;
You craft a well-spun symbol, showing how life can be a carousel. Your poem is dynamic. It conveys a playful childlike spirit, as if stepping onto one's proverbial "carousel" transforms life into something more like a child might experience. Great rhythm & rhyme to suggest a lilting mood, gliding thru the ups & downs of life. I also love that reaching for the brass ring is NOT what this ride is all about . . . leaving this a little open-ended so we can imagine how we might ride this ride called life (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 2 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

  Fran Marie

2 Months Ago

yes that's it exactly
your review is spot
on;certainly had
my share of ups read more
This is wonderful Fran, I thought this was lovely and quite intriguing too

Posted 2 Months Ago


  Fran Marie

2 Months Ago

Thanks Kim ever
so much appreciated;
I identify with feeling young at heart....I never really grew up...
and still love merry-go-rounds.
Especially like the second stanza and the "the spin spun anew"---
Coincidentally, the theme of my High School Prom was "On a Carousel"--
And the old Hollies hit was the theme song.
j.

Posted 2 Months Ago


  Fran Marie

2 Months Ago

Me either
never grew up
thanks Jacob
for relating and
sharing your thou.. read more
You choose the Horse that appeals to you and it feels so
perfect that it always carries you through thick and thin...
all the ups and downs... with memories of the Carousel.
I saw the Play Carousel with Robert Goulet playing the Lead...
at Wolfe Trappe for the Performing Arts in the Feline Centre
in McLean, Virginia in 1980... still embedded in my Heart.
truly, Pat

Posted 2 Months Ago


  Fran Marie

2 Months Ago

yes choosing
the right horse
was always special
thanks Pat for
sharing .. read more
Patricia Wedel

4 Weeks Ago

Obviously... your Poem is a favorite of mine to enjoy over and over. gently, Pat
  Fran Marie

4 Weeks Ago

Thanks for the
second reading
I'm s o glad you
enjoyed..i appreciate🎠
Beautifully written, I loved every verse of that Poem. It brings back old memories even though I'm 23 I'm still young at heart too. (I still swing in swings). 🙈🤣

Posted 2 Months Ago


  Fran Marie

2 Months Ago

swings are great
too ..even the old
rope and tire ones;

Thanks lilcupca.. read more
Lildeadcupcake

2 Months Ago

You’re welcome. :)

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  Fran Marie
Fran Marie

Paris, KY



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