... and the laughter screams downhill
as the scooter scuttles over
what should have been grainy obstacles,
little kernels of sand and doubts
that throw themselves into the faces
of joy ...
unintended stop signs on the way to adulthood.
In the end the slope corrects itself
and puts unexpected thrills downhill
to sleep.
That is until clowns are funny again,
when other memories have passed
as the credits roll across the screen;
and those grains of sand come to play
just before the tide sweeps it all away.
A contest entry
- passing seasons by Nicolette.
2000 points, ended June 27, 2008, 22 entries
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Comments
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a deep and beautiful write, much like yourself!
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Somehow this poem made me think of the old song by the Carpenters “Send in the clowns” because we indeed need to erase those stop signs “on the way to adulthood” or during adulthood with laughter screams every now and then.
I think you did well to show us the passing of time here, as well as the different stages of life and how those stages tend to repeat themselves. A very creative take on the contest prompt, tanz – I liked the metaphor of “funny clowns”. Great to see you in one of my contests! Thank you for this entry.
~ Nicolette
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Laughter is that magic elixir in life that keeps us young at heart and sane of mind. I wish you lots of laughter, love and luck in life.
Sincerely,
Leo Long
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Beautiful write. For some reason, this made me think of even though people get older in life, eventually people may regress to childhood again. Not completely of course, but like enjoying taking the time to have fun and to relax in life. Thanks for sharing and best of luck in the contest.
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