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Carnival
by V. Blakebeneath the vapor trails and intentions
left by the wars of dying fireworks,
there were american summer skies
that would laugh off any threats made
by distant thunder or carnival's end,
and i remember moments spent dissolving
into the millions of ferris wheel lights
as they painted a warm evening breeze
over the technicolor shadows on the lawn,
until love itself turned into gravity.
but they're gone now, of course,
and i know that well.
but it doesn't stop me from sitting here,
in the backseat of a getaway car
decommissioned ten years gone
by dreams too fast to outlive their youth,
licking my wounds and tracing back over
the acres of parking lots, vacancy signs,
hasty hearts, and reckless promises
telescoping on the far side of a windshield
homesick for the junkyard, and waiting
for emotions to fuse with fresh-cut grass.
and these eyes are too full of diamonds
to see any silver lining. 05/11/2010 Posted on 05/11/2010
Copyright © 2024 V. Blake
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 05/11/10 at 08:49 PM I do recall a carnival or two when I was young. Good write Vince. When in England in the mid 50's I also remember seeing traveling gypsies who put on carnivals also. Of course, everyone said that while doing it they would also pick your pocket. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 05/12/10 at 02:11 PM ...this is my third time to try to congratulate you on this neat piece!, i love this nostalgic pome of Old World dynamics...many kids at the original Scaarborough Faire felt similar...great write, a tingler of my [old-er] memories. |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 06/03/10 at 03:30 AM Well, here is another old guy commenting on your young, fabulous sparkler. I too remember the carnivals.. the first time I heard the word "hermaphrodite" - from a kid who had supposedly seen one at the carnival. My favorite lines: "...dreams too fast to outlive their youth" and "hasty hearts, and reckless promises" - both of these demonstrating one who has learned from experience without trying to shut the door on the past. Great write, my friend. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 06/13/10 at 02:46 AM A haunting piece to be sure, with all the right elements to make it rise from the page. Well done! |
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