Gone
The lens creates contorted distortions
The illusionist’s thaumaturgy
Index rubbing thumb
The congregation gasps
The squeals of jocular children
Echo through the air
They spin up up up up
Carried in chariots of gold and red and blue and yellow
Before crashing down
Flailing falling falling failure
The maze warps
Sinuous and curved
Hooked and serpentine
Confusing, confounding, curvilinear
Lost and forgotten
The statue stands
The perfect center remaining
Undiscovered
The aroma slinks across the metropolis
invading the olfactory lobe
The sense of smell tricked
Delightful scent disguises
The poison in the apple
A painted smile
Red, rosy, bloody paint
Stretches from ear to ear
Balloons pop
One by
One
The helium breathes once more
The colors disappear instantaneously
Black and white and gray
Is all they have left
Ashes decorate the rails
Little specks of grey dust
Left by the ones who thought
They should stay where they were happiest
The steam creates a mirage
Colored smoke resonates across the hall
The haunts faces
Appear once more
Trapped in a crystal ball
Before fading forever
The park remains
Abandoned
Lonesome
A fading memory
The children have gone
The parents have gone
The people have gone

To an artificial, computerized universe
Filled with sinuous code
Deceitful games
Controlled by a new legerdemain
Thumb frantically tapping screen


You used amazing imagery in your poem and I really liked that you described several different parts of an amusement park but had a very dark tone. I liked the alliteration you used, "Flailing falling falling failure" since the words are so similar but used in the order that they it creates a sort of movement/story.
ReplyDeleteI really liked the interesting figurative language in your poem as well as each stanza for a different section of the park. My favorite line was "Red, rosy, bloody paint" which really contributed to the dark moodin this poem.
ReplyDeleteI liked the alliteration you used and how the subject of the poem was only clear at the end.
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