Today is Poetics at the dVerse Poets Pub. Lillian is prompting us to write about amusement parks, rides, etc. Come visit the Pub to read these poems at: https://dversepoets.com/2017/03/14/amuse-me-take-me-for-a-ride/ Hopefully, they will make you smile.
The rides are silent and still
the games are shuttered
and the food booths are empty
Trash blows about the Park in the winter wind.
The carousel has some heads feet horns
broken from the magical creatures
that lost their magic an age ago
a tattered piece of red balloon
hangs from a lone dart stuck
in the back of the Darts! Game booth.
rat wanders into a deserted food stand, sniffs and leaves.
A tattered For Sale sign hangs
cattywhampus on the fence
that closes the place off from the rest of the world.
Our tattered dreams blow about the Park in the winter wind.
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