Your seatbelt is fastened, you're in your compartment
The ride lurches to a start carrying you along
Higher and higher as if you're a kite
The pier overlooks the ocean, blue as a
Cloudless sky
You're getting higher and higher, anxiously awaiting the view
Then you're at the top,
Everything is laid out, like a map, before your eyes
You see everyone roaming the boardwalk, tiny as ants
Picking up on faint screams from the roller coaster
Peacefulness slowly engulfs you
Then, you slowly start to leave this happy place
You start to go lower and lower, leaving your serenity behind
Your ants become bigger, the screams get louder
The compartment door is opened, greeting you with the next riders
Working/Reading Times.
The Fault in Our Stars: Pages. 55-145 (80 minutes)
The Daughters: Pages. 1-53 (40 minutes)
I really like your poem. I love how you used different adjectives to describe what you see and hear (and other senses that are in use) while you're on a ferris wheel.
ReplyDeleteI like how you wrote your poem.. it court of made feel relaxed when I read it
ReplyDeleteWow, that is a good poem. It is very interesting. I liked it.
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