They lived a merry-go-round life
senses dulled by blurred vision
maniacal calliope music
mired in manufactured grooves.
She rode the blue horse
its mane gilded in gold
hands cold on metal pole
forever spinning forward.
He rode two steeds behind
eyes wild with lust
chasing her round and round
never gaining ground.
Desperately out of synch
his up to her down
so close, but always out of reach.
Gold ring dangling in neon lights
they rode on and on and on.
lillian the home poet 
Wow–this is such a strong metaphor–a bit sad, too often true. I wish I’d thought of it. :0)
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Glad you enjoyed. 🙂
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I love this piece, Lillian
especially how carousels put us within reach of one another yet really out of time
carousels have such a cool history – I did a bit of research on them back when I painted my daughter’s mural
also I used to buy old hobby horses at flea markets then redo them in bright colors and add all sorts of trinkets – lots of fun
am:)
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I’ve seen photos of your daughter’s mural and remember it was so bright and wonderful! And oh my, how I would love to see one of those old hobby horses. What a great idea! 🙂
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we have this terrifically useless landing below the front window -in our ridiculous high front entrance – it was there five of these horses pranced for awhile – until I grew tired of watching them accumulate dust – they moved up to the attic then onto the driveway for my last garage sale – where believe it or not – a woman bought all of them for her pony riding business –
I’ll post an image soon
these horses were such great fun to do – something I don’t normally do – venture into the craft world
am:)
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A fascinating circle!
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Thanks, smiling I am.
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Reblogged this on chithankalai.
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Thanks for the reblog. Glad you enjoyed.
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