The Roller Coaster

4 May

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 me 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.

Writing Odds n Ends


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…

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