"animatedly" poems - Hello Poetry

Once there was a carnival. It was exuberant and joyful, With elephants and lions befriending the penguins and sea otters, And little fairy-like acrobats leaping and zooming across tightropes, As if they were walking on solid ground. There was a faint smell of funnel cake and cotton candy and popcorn, And the sound of people chatting animatedly about, "Wasn't that act precious" or "oh, darling, look at that penguin! Isn't he cute?" And then I got a little older. And the carnival was still joyful, but something had changed. The carnival had this joyful facade but it was hiding a darker exterior. The elephants and lions were growing old, and the ringmaster, Displeased with their best efforts, Had started to hurt them. The fairy-like acrobats had gotten injured over the years, And wobbled a little bit here and there, with hints of hesitation Perspiring on their foreheads. The funnel cake and cotton candy and popcorn smell lingered still, But it was almost as if people had grown tired of the taste, And in the heat of the summer day, The food had started to grow stale. And then I got old. The carnival had closed now. Overgrown with weeds, Stalls and tents covered in graffiti and muck, It was now a gathering spot for children to make believe, That they were the fairy acrobats who had once been so agile and captivating, Or the animals that had struck terror and awe into toddler's hearts. The carnival was gone, but the children would run home to their grandmas and grandpas, and they would tell them the story of how the lion was this close to biting off their nose, and how one time the acrobat honestly did a front flip from a horse on to a bear onto a lion, and they were honest to God telling the absolute truth no matter what their spouse would say in the room next door. The carnival was gone, but the stories would go on in a bittersweet never ending circle of intrigue and mystery and magic.

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Mar 27, 2017

Mar 27, 2017 at 1:22 AM UTC

samsam

The Carnival

Once there was a carnival. It was exuberant and joyful, With elephants and lions befriending the penguins and sea otters, And little fairy-like acrobats leaping and zooming across tightropes, As if they were walking on solid ground. There was a faint smell of funnel cake and cotton candy and popcorn, And the sound of people chatting animatedly about, "Wasn't that act precious" or "oh, darling, look at that penguin! Isn't he cute?" And then I got a little older. And the carnival was still joyful, but something had changed. The carnival had this joyful facade but it was hiding a darker exterior. The elephants and lions were growing old, and the ringmaster, Displeased with their best efforts, Had started to hurt them. The fairy-like acrobats had gotten injured over the years, And wobbled a little bit here and there, with hints of hesitation Perspiring on their foreheads. The funnel cake and cotton candy and popcorn smell lingered still, But it was almost as if people had grown tired of the taste, And in the heat of the summer day, The food had started to grow stale. And then I got old. The carnival had closed now. Overgrown with weeds, Stalls and tents covered in graffiti and muck, It was now a gathering spot for children to make believe, That they were the fairy acrobats who had once been so agile and captivating, Or the animals that had struck terror and awe into toddler's hearts. The carnival was gone, but the children would run home to their grandmas and grandpas, and they would tell them the story of how the lion was this close to biting off their nose, and how one time the acrobat honestly did a front flip from a horse on to a bear onto a lion, and they were honest to God telling the absolute truth no matter what their spouse would say in the room next door. The carnival was gone, but the stories would go on in a bittersweet never ending circle of intrigue and mystery and magic.