The Roller Coaster

7 May

The Roller Coaster
by L. Stewart Marsden

Clanking loudly up we climb
Blue sky is all we see
As we ascend I think that I’m
Not ready for the free
fall next to come once we’ve
o’ercome the summit — and leave
the slowness of our pace
and plummet to a tiny space
ten thousand feet below.

And as we dive at breakneck speeds
I wonder why I didn’t heed
my inner warnings not to go,
yet despite the things I know
I turned and said, “I do.”
And the ensuing rock-about
which slings me up and nearly out
in spite of how I cry and shout
does not slow or stop.

And you sit laughing, head flung back,
enjoying both the speed and fall,
while I wish I’d re-decideded
my choice to take the ride at all,
as bile and gall build up inside,
I muster all to save my pride
and keep from heaving ho —
I know there’s still more track to go
before we start to slow.

After spinning upside down
and turning circles all around
I’m fairly certain I am bound
when this ride’s through
to kiss the ground.
And finally, finally, FINALLY
we start to slow,
and I can’t wait to stand and go
on wobbly legs with woozy head,
you grab my arm and say instead,
“You wanna ride again?”
I look, and while my vision spins,
my stomach turns with breakfast stuff,
I answer, with a sickly grin,
“I think six times is quite enough.”

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5 Responses to “The Roller Coaster”

  1. RebelCoyote May 7, 2012 at 10:12 pm #

    Love this one, Skip! Felt like I was in the seat beside you on that roller coaster.

    • skipmars May 8, 2012 at 7:49 am #

      Double-entendre on this one.

    • skipmars May 9, 2012 at 1:01 pm #

      Not unless you’re a brunette with green eyes and are stacked!

  2. skipmars May 4, 2014 at 8:50 am #

    Reblogged this on Writing Odds n Ends and commented:

    My daughters and I recently returned from three days at Universal in Florida. For them, it was heaven. For me, not so much. They coaxed and coerced my into riding on several roller coasters.

    Funny how roller coasters can be a metaphor for life. This is a repost of a poem I wrote earlier, revisited, and tweeked.

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