I was reminded of one of the most harrowing, painful experiences of my life (and one of the most fun to write) from Laura’s photo-poem prompt today. As a tween, teen, then 20-something, I thought I liked roller coasters. Now older and wiser, I realize it was peer pressure disguised as bravado, an "only-the-good-die-young death wish" confused with "carpe diem".
Here’s her picture (click it for a link to her blog with the explanation).

Two fun poems, the third takes a serious tone. If you give a go at these, be sure to let me (and more importantly, Laura) know.
Coaster track
Crack!–there goes my aching back!
Others think it’s fun.
Tortured–Help! I’m gonna spew!
Hurling–
Yep, I’m done.
Sometimes means
The difference
Between
Life and death.
Don’t forget to link your
Pensieve’s Poetic License haikus tomorrow!!
Oh, I do dislike most rides but the tame ones! I remember once at 13 taking a girl friend and a boy friend (who was a real “eat dust or ride” boy) on the octopus – man, you have never seen a whiter looking cowboy!
Great poems. I am thinking haiku as hard as I can right now – not spring and already Friday here.
Robin, you are GOOD at this! Really, you ought to publish a book of poems – I’d be your first customer!
Um … it is tomorrow, though I see no mr. linky.
Of course it is just 5 a.m. central time. I guess I will check back later to link to my haiku.