Thursday, October 16, 2008


Beneath the former august sun
whose heightened brilliance had begun
to surely dwindle every day
the Ferris wheel slowly spun

and everywhere were those at play
among the mechanized melee
where fetching looks of shy unease
made fledgling lovers senses sway

deciphering each freckled tease
responsible for wobbly knees
and laughing ragamuffins yearned
to join balloons upon the breeze.

But soon the carnival is spurned
as weary wicks are quickly burned
despite the wonders once revealed
when Ferris wheels slowly turned.


Art and Poetry said...

Nice rhyme!

Shirley said...

This is beautiful and sounds like a ride worth taking again. So much more than rhyme when you extract the reason!

rch said...

Thanks you guys!