Carousel Mirrors
I remember childhood carousel mirrors,
glinting, gleaming, turning,
calliope piping, toy top twirling shimmers.
I remember early years of yearning.
I remember grainy analog TV,
pallid, pasty-faced, fuzzy vestiges,
wavy-gray shadow-shades so giddy.
I remember the vapid, vacant egregious.
I remember polychromatic butterflies,
splodgy, splotchy, wavy, Lepidoptera,
dewy morning glory puerile paradise.
I remember wispy pastel, papillon chimera.
I remember wooden yearlings swirling,
ponies pumping, rolling, my resemblance careening,
some semblance of being aspiring in glitter silver sterling.
I remember a seraph pirouetting, all silent, streaming, and dreaming.
I remember childhood carousel mirrors.
Copyright © Thomas Wells | Year Posted 2021
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