Carnival Confetti

by Maple Tree   Jun 29, 2020

Feet walk slowly, through muddy grass
and Popsicle sticks.

Hearing music mixed with laughter
as creepy sounds from the fun house; haunt.

Bells ring from muscled men who try to impress
the bearded lady and all I see is rainfall....

pouring down like confetti
on a night when the moon
has two faces and nothing
remains the same.


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  • 2 months ago

    by Daniel

    I've missed your writing, Andrea. I always think you focus a lot on the endings to your poems. You always set up the last line/stanza well. This is no exception! Hope to see more from you soon. :)

  • 2 months ago

    by Meena Krish

    Ahhh....the depth of feelings buried within pours out in silent rage and pain. Your choice of words brings each line to life..touching. Take care ~

  • 2 months ago

    by BOB GALLO

    Too short. regardless of the message ( which I am sure is sublime) one feels reading and siping on delicious, honest, eloquent soup like this whole night.
    The warm language, in my case, overwhelmed the meaning.

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