carousel

tylerintheclouds

i chose the horse with the colour of innocence

climbing a mountain to reach stability

and finally seeking a level of security

in which comfort shrouded me like a mother

 

i rode for hours on end

the dizziness feeding my excitement

playing hide and seek with an eternal headache

struggling to catch my breath running from the sun

 

phases of unknown latched onto my skin

as i continued to ride for years at a time

hoping i wouldn’t be beckoned into darkness

whilst i drank the sun, droplets falling from my lips

 

catching up on gossip, trauma and work

that i’d leave to solve itself

endless possibilities was never enough

i mirrored a persona even the devil herself could fall in love with

 

some people would scream at me to stop

until their voice became sahara

but i chose to listen to whisper of continuity

minority views handing over the baton

 

i began to grow old on the infinite journey

riding only for the identity stole from bypassers

search caves, hearts and clouds

to overcome losses

 

my skin became rooted in the designs

flashes of myself fading into blurs

head pounding at the door of the hourglass

with only a grain of sand to build a new home

 

yearning for true freedom and a force with the power

to replace the shards of my life

i briefly visited escape on my knees

and it tossed me away after kissing my mistakes

  • Author: tyler wyatt (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 1st, 2021 18:44
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  • Robert Southwick Richmond

    Rilke has a poem about a carousel that's my favorite poem on the subject, ever since I read it in German when I lived in Germany when I was 15, back in 1955. Here's a pretty good translation, but the page is worth visiting just for the pictures of merry-go-round horses.
    https://www.andrew.cmu.edu/user/ujf/blog/carousel.html

  • Robert Southwick Richmond

    Rilke has a poem about a carousel that's my favorite poem on the subject, ever since I read it in German when I lived in Germany when I was 15, back in 1955. Here's a pretty good translation, but the page is worth visiting just for the pictures of merry-go-round horses.
    https://www.andrew.cmu.edu/user/ujf/blog/carousel.html



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