1950’s Carnival Poster from 1950’s Unlimited
Skeletons will never learn to stride.
No, there’s simply no bicycle
awaiting us on the other side.
Death is not a race,
it’s a pendulum ride.
The inevitable weightless joy
of lifting from the ground.
Centripetal force reminds
us that every cycle’s round.
Our accomplishments minuscule
from a rocket in the sky.
A vessel filled with spirits
freed from space and time.
When we’ve lingered long enough
in life’s weary line,
God’s arm extends
to take us on
a final, gleeful glide.
©2023 | K. Hartless
GloPoWriMo#30: Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a palinode – a poem in which you retract a view or sentiment expressed in an earlier poem. Here is my earlier work: The Final Breakaway
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
So good. ❤️☺️
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Thank you, John. I didn’t quite find the perfect postcard for this one, but it was fun to get carried away with this idea. 💜
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Yes, you did find the right card. ☺️
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[…] and retract not only my previous poem, but tonight’s poem as well. Tonight’s musings: Death is a Pendulum Ride and my earlier work: The Final […]
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I love the zip and zest of that final resurrection: strap your self in 🙂 🙂 🙂
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Great visuals and rhythm here.
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Thank you. Those rides look scarier than they are and it seemed perfect for this idea.
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