Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Amusement Park

photo © Mark Butkus 2008
for Jill on her 32nd birthday

if we wanted what was good and right
we'd already have it
but we weren't conceived that way

we will shed more tears than others
the low places that we sometimes find ourselves
is the price of admission
for the ride that we are on

for scaling such grand heights
we need to be buckled in
we throw our arms in the air
and scream with a blend of fear and delight
what seems like years
is but a moment

and then we hold each other
and talk about what it was like
then we look at each other
and jump on the next ride

they all last far too short
but it is an amusement park
that we live in
and our hearts bend
they don't break

if we wanted what was good and right
we'd already have it
but we weren't nurtured that way

we will shed more tears than others
the low places that we sometimes find ourselves
is the price of admission
for the ride that we are on


— Mark Butkus

25 comments:

  1. If I wanted what was good and right, I'd visit more regularly! Good write

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  2. first...thanks for reading my poem twice... will read yours carefully now...smiles

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  3. sometimes i think that's the better way to live...ride high and throw the arms in the air, cherishing the moments, living life in its fullness and not holding back...has its lows of course...and there's a price to pay but still...much enjoyed your poem mark

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  4. When I saw the image, I felt my stomach tense and got ready for the ride... then as I read, I realized that I have been on it all my life. Wonderful work. If everything was good and right, life would be like sitting on a bench, wouldn't it?

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  5. I'm in the coasting into the station phase of existence, but you've got this part pegged.

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  6. I don't believe that you are coasting at all Barbara. The roller coaster may be coming back into the station but your getting ready to jump the queue.

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  7. The repitition is very effective. Life is a roller coaster ride, isn't it? Let's enjoy it.

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  8. I think the metaphor is perfect - this is what life is like for most of us, if you strip away the illusion of "security."

    Loved it.

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  9. yeah i think those low places def are the price of admission...we take them thought because between them we do get the highs and they make the ride worth it for sure...smiles.

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  10. Yeah without the lows we would never truly appreciate the highs, so I'll take the price of admission and just go on flinging my arms in the air, like I just don't care..haha

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    1. Pat I always see you at the heights of a roller coaster soaring skyward.

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  11. I like these lines best :

    they all last far too short
    but it is an amusement park
    that we live in
    and our hearts bend
    they don't break

    http://a-sweetlust.blogspot.com/2012/01/honour.html

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    1. Thank you for your comment and the link to your poem which encapsulates the lows and frustrations of lives lost unnecessarily.

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  12. Some great lines....love these
    we will shed more tears than others
    the low places that we sometimes find ourselves
    is the price of admission
    for the ride that we are on.............
    great!

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    1. Thank you Ayala for taking the time to jump on our metaphysical roller coaster.

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  13. you're right, they all last far too short-

    "the low places that we sometimes find ourselves
    is the price of admission
    for the ride that we are on"

    great repetitive line, and oh so true!

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    1. Caty, you get a free pass to the head of the line for another go-around. Thank you for dropping by.

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  14. Oh so true. Life is definitely some kind of ride.

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