GloPoWriMo#30 Death is a Pendulum Ride

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


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