Around The Merry Go Round

Around The Merry Go Round …

around

Progressing from stalemate provided

when person becomes finally alive

beyond freedom’s passion expressed

birthing born provides one sweet little hive

 

Within that existence so loved and forlorn

when hands reach out to barely touch

instances forge themselves into passions

so beyond a mountain of haze so much

 

With art foretold in passing ages past

blank canvasses prepare themselves outright

crystal colors brought by hands aloof

provide portions of spiritual grooves so tight

 

Around the merry go round flowing with ease

entering phases become all askew

whisking participants beyond their start

perpetrating some havens all anew

 

Hands come to hands to touch and caress

involvement of hearts on the sly

portending to reach from way farther in

yet attending one great yielding sky

 

Within where solid passion becomes itself

birthing born of when art hit its high

intending of swirling winds thrown around

to attach deep within of eyes when they cry

 

Authored intelligence smote with one sword

often takes off in every newly brought path

as even that spirit which knows all it knows

can be disrupted from its flight by even told wrath

 

Children of fate where purveyors began

create craving nuance inside of themselves

throwing each one inside of some passion

allowing(ly)relied on heaven or hell

 

3.26.18

Donald Loudon

Cashier at Walmart
I have been writing since 1967, basically as an emotional release, but in the last few years I have become interested in creation of forms as well as being socially accepted by my peers.

So, here I am. Relate to me, please!
Donald Loudon
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Donald Loudon

I have been writing since 1967, basically as an emotional release, but in the last few years I have become interested in creation of forms as well as being socially accepted by my peers. So, here I am. Relate to me, please!

4 thoughts on “Around The Merry Go Round

  • March 27, 2018 at 10:03 AM
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    Most expressive poetry. Sometimes life goes by so fast it seems as though we are on a merry-go-round.

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    • March 27, 2018 at 10:10 AM
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      Thank you very much, Rasma, for your kind visit and comment. Most appreciated!

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  • March 28, 2018 at 8:19 AM
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    Phases of life do seem like being on a merry go round at times. Very nicely penned verse, Donald, with very expressive phrasing. Well done.

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  • March 28, 2018 at 4:19 PM
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    Thank you very much, Phyllis, for your empathy here. I am glad this found favor with you. Your kindness is very much appreciated!

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