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The Yo-Yo Carrousel
by Bonita M Quesinberry

Tuesday, December 02, 2003
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©copyright 1990 Bonita M. Quesinberry, R.C. - pseudonym: Elizabeth Corvin


If we could see all the years of our lives encapsulated in one space and time, would it not resemble both a yo-yo and a carrousel? Delete the yo-yo: still, we would see the merry-go-round of life with its wooden horses rising and falling: consistently moving up and down and around.

The only change to see, as time rapidly passes before our eyes, would be a gradual slowing, and inevitable stopping, of our carrousel: so we could disembark what once was thought to be such a thrilling ride.

Reflect, for a moment, on your life: from beginning of memory. Remember being an infant aloft, lifted up high then warmly cradled in secure parental arms? Or perhaps, being punished for disobedience or, worse, abused?

Our carrousel turns: beautiful wooden horses rise to excitedly enter school. Horses lower to greet other children who bully, taunt, haunt; then, it rises again to meet a best friend: one who stays nearby through each spinning drop of our yo-yo— to pull it back up for us, because we struggle to rise from the end of a taut, slippery string.

Our carrousel turns yet again, horses lower to find not quite an adult yet not a child: a feeling of dismay to learn we don't belong in either world; our carrousel turning ever so slowly to a seemingly magical age of twenty-one.

Suddenly, horses rise to kiss the face of first love and, immediately, once again this ride is exciting. Yet, the yo-yo effect now is spinning rapidly, often jerking cruelly— excitement! Ah, but, a first argument, make up, then confusion, a decision.

All at once our carrousel has spun around to find marriage— perhaps with children; yet, this carrousel continues to turn, wooden horses still rise and lower: the yo-yo string either taut, dangling us precariously at its end or, miraculously, securely wrapped around us.

It never seems to change; at least, until awakened one morning to find a mirrored reflection only just resembling us, the us of our youth. At once, we realize our carrousel is turning quite slowly, horses rising and falling ever so gently now.

Yes! We finally have made it: discovered each fall's lesson, learned to enjoy the moment of each exhilarating flight aloft. But, most of all, we figured out how to cope with life's yo-yo carrousel; instinctively realizing we never would have risen had we not first fallen, nor fallen had we not risen.

What would our life be had the carrousel never turned; those beautifully painted, wooden horses never gone up and down? Would we have lived? Learned? Loved? Does this not show us how trivial it all was, after all? That we need not have put up such a screaming, kicking fuss: because we could not have stopped the spinning rise and fall, anyway? Would we really have wanted to stop it— in reflection?

Each rise and fall, good and bad. Is it not what creates our strengths and eliminates our weaknesses? If we so choose? Indeed.

 

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Reviewed by Inspire Hope 10/11/2009
Excellent write, and very creative Bonita!



Much Love
And Prayers!!
Reviewed by John Domino 7/5/2009
Outstanding write! We all have ups and downs.

God Bless You!

You are most welcome to visit my site.

John Michael Domino
Reviewed by Regis Auffray 12/7/2003
Imaginative, creative and original as well as powerfully philosophical. Great piece, Bonita. Love and peace, Regis.
Reviewed by Amor Sabor 12/6/2003
I do not know...I still wish I could have changed the direction of the carousel's turning and that I would have learned long ago how to love completely so no one else would have been hurt from my ignorance. If I only knew then what I know now. Excellent piece of work, Bonita
Amor
Reviewed by Oirdheirc Mor (Reader) 12/5/2003
Hi BC.
Certainly gives one something to reflect or contemplate upon, the rides yet to come, or those gone past.
Excellent.
Mor.
Reviewed by Marie Wadsworth 12/4/2003
I enjoy how you infuse prose into a poem. This is very perceptive. Very knowledgeable and well thought out this is. Words for the wise for sure. Insightful piece.
Reviewed by E T Waldron 12/4/2003
Bonita you excel in writing of these truths your wisdom shines forth to cast its glow on our minds!;-)
Reviewed by Sandi Schraut 12/4/2003
WOnderfully expressed, I have often thought if not for the "falls" would we appreciate the "Ups". Your words convey a lot of wisdom.
Reviewed by jude forese 12/4/2003
superb wisdom to this very imaginative and well defined flow of poetic thought...
Reviewed by Carmen Ruggero 12/3/2003
It hit the spot. I've been belly-aching too much lately. Thank you, Bonita.

Carmen
Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner 12/3/2003
(((bonita)))

it is up to us to choose--I CHOSE LIFE :)

wonderful, shining testament to your faith--BRAVA, dear friend

(((HUGS))) and love,

karla. :)
Reviewed by Floria Kelderhouse (Reader) 12/3/2003
We would have had a most boring life Bonita....loved reading this fantastic write...floria
Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader) 12/3/2003
A wonderful and wise write.
Reviewed by Kate Clifford 12/3/2003
The carrousel is a great exzmple of what life can be like. Very unique in thought and creation. Great write!
Reviewed by Ch'erie de Perrot 12/3/2003
I have to say that your write is pure brilliance and inspiration from above, and yes, the old yo yo's, Ty so much for this, may more of it grace the Den.
Blessings to you
Ch'erie
Reviewed by Bhuwan Thapaliya 12/3/2003
Bonita...powerful and thought provoking write as usual from you...loved this much...love n luck....BHUWAN
Reviewed by Transcendental Poet (Reader) 12/2/2003
POWERFUL WRITE!
"Each rise and fall, good and bad. Is it not what creates our strengths and eliminates our weaknesses? If we so choose? Indeed"
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