Where will you be
in this carnival of faces
when the calliope stoops hooting
with the last golden ring on the merry-go-round
caught?
Will you be in the House of Mirrors?
Or would it be the Tunnel of Love?
The Penny Arcade?
Or will you be but another vendor
selling balloons and pretty things
that break
sooner or later?
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- A writer and poet on a spiritual journey seeking world peace and understanding. I am thoroughly and passionately in love with Beverly, my wife of 35 plus years. Always looking for a good poem, song, piece of prose or picture.
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While much of my poetry is personal and autobiographical at its core, any persons represented in my writing should not be construed as applying to a specific person, character or individual. Everything is an amalgam of real people I have encountered, my opinions, my imagination, and almost always the cobbling together of a variety of personalities met in my travels. Don't be vain. Unless I specifically say so, this poem isn't about you! If you see yourself in it, let's hope you are gaining insight.
While much of my poetry is personal and autobiographical at its core, any persons represented in my writing should not be construed as applying to a specific person, character or individual. Everything is an amalgam of real people I have encountered, my opinions, my imagination, and almost always the cobbling together of a variety of personalities met in my travels. Don't be vain. Unless I specifically say so, this poem isn't about you! If you see yourself in it, let's hope you are gaining insight.
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