I wander within this darkness
melt in the warm blistering night
immersed into the vibrant violet life
I can pick out the rhythms,
For I learned how to dance,
in the middle of it, in the life of it,
awakening
lurking monsters,
waiting for the day
that drift into uncertainty
slamming against echoes of
the unfolded mysteries
to keep me spinning
into a discovery waiting to happen.
—
Written for Poetry Jam
Life From A Park Bench 
I like this kind of outsider’s view of a festival… Very different take! Great write!
You have captured the slightly sinister feeling of a carnival here. I like the way you wrote about the ferris wheel with its spinning making you think of discoveries waiting to happen. Well penned, Alan.
I like the eerie quality of your poem, Alan, and how you have ended your piece on a hopeful note.
slamming against the echoes of unfolded mysteries…ha…i love that line alan. the last couple lines present quite the connundrum
A different take on festival here and I enjoyed reading it. That is quite some ferris wheel in the photo.
Enjoyed this, Alan… especially the first 3 lines.
Beautiful words – “immersed into the vibrant violet life” – an indelible line of poetry.
I love the contrasting thoughts…known versus unknown as it were….warmth of the night set against the mystery of the day….learned and picked out rhythm contesting with the
uncertainties of life…festive spirit vs the lurking monster….a wonderful write Alan 🙂
Mysterious and cryptic. And I really liked the ending. 🙂
-HA
A look at both sides of this feature of the carnival, Alan. There is fun but also danger and melancholy lurking there. Well-penned!