Searching for carnivals
all over the place
knowing not
they are all around.
To each one his carnival.
For each thought a festival.
To each emotion a feast.
For each intention a goal.
My carnival resides within me.
Blissfully unaware
I wander over waves of wayward emotion,
Rising and falling, celebrating and mourning.
6 comments:
"I wander over waves of wayward emotion,
Rising and falling, celebrating and mourning."
Shail......in the carnival of life!! Wonderful these last two lines :)
Thanks dear Nanka. Nice you liked the poem.
G'day, Thanks for the visit. Your muse and you are flowing in these last few posts. Well done you. :)
Thanks Linda. Lovely compliment....:)
Both happy and sad things accompany every festival or carnival nowadays! It's common in life too! Best wishes!
Thanks Magical Mystical Teacher. With your kind of name, I would think you would have already discovered it by now...
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