Monday, June 19, 2006

Pat’s carousel

There is no fragile place to this dark humor.
It doesn't pound fresh, it hurts
long term and hard like a scar!
Candor is here, as always, but also
stinging whispers in the aftermath of the train wreck.
We have a taunting nursery rhyme; too not for kids;
a hint of vivisection, no blinking.
too late to get off the ride,
we’ve seen too much!


gracie said...

too late... such resignation or perhaps acceptance of the loss of innocence/hope?
no blinking - i like that - realism.
great picture of this vicious cycle of the carousel.

Pat Paulk said...

Russell, thank you. What greater compliment can a poet receive than to have their poem inspire another. Thankfully it's not my carousel, but I know some that ride it. " blinking", I like that!!

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Gracie! This was inspired by a rather dark poem of a friend of mine. That carousel is a real horror. You can see his poem at Laughing Ghosts, it is rather good. God bless.

Russell Ragsdale said...

Hey Pat, you're the man! Thanks for the inspiration. I feel sorrow for the person you described it your poem. Sounds like another vampire trying to make it off of somebody else's life. Pretty sad but very real.

lometa said...

It makes me think of some postmodern irony on brass rings.

Russell Ragsdale said...

Thanks Lometa for the perceptive and thought provoking comment!