Ferris Wheel

I stayed too long 

at what fair? 

there was no 

ferris wheel

no big deal

anywhere

no fun funnel cakes

for heaven sakes

no sugar to wipe

off my face

only a sad mirror

in which to stare

    Oh~how I long for the fair

at home in dark solitude

a mask in which to brood

wishing for more fortitude

how much more must I bear

    Oh~how I long for the fair 

 

 in lieu of this inside dismal lair 

to vision sun's golden glare

I'd be willing to take the dare

I crave cotton candy's pink flair

    yes, how I long for the fair

this East of Eden bane 

just doesn't seem quite fair

I'm Nod ding off sitting in 

this dreadful covid chair

 simply dreaming of going to the fair

  

Reviews

[AJNJ]

I love this poem for its very beautiful description of a fair! The ferris wheel has always been my favorite and every single thing you mention is delightful. We do become as kids in a fair. Life in the present times has robbed us of all this joy but hopefully the pall of gloom will lift soon. We live live on hope, don't we Ms.Fran. Absolutely loved this read.

[Fran Marie]

thanks AJ
mine too..that
is the Ferris wheel
being my favorite
ride ..love
the brief stop
at the top and
start rocking
the seat .
too much fun
hope 2021 proves
to be kinder
to us all;

[Marina]

I know this feeling, dear Fran. This awful year has taken away all sense of freedom and has me longing to travel again and enjoy the things I took for granted. Your theme will be relatable to so many of us. I am sure once we get out of the covid tunnel you will pass up the Ferris Wheel and head straight for the rollercoaster! Your longing for such simple, fun filled days is palpable in your words here. Hang in there. 💛

[Fran Marie]

Thanks ever so much
Marina for reading
think I'll pass on the
roller coaster though;
lol I appreciate the
review😄

[barleygirl]

I love how you begin with details from county fairs which we all immediately get a hankerin' for . . . you make us long for that which many may not have experienced for years. Your choosing a county fair & ferris wheel symbolize what's warm & fuzzy for almost anyone who's been there, so we understand you mean to convey nostalgia of a much-wider variety. This poem reminds me of something I've often wondered since the spread of covid . . . what's the world like out there anymore? (I haven't been anywhere in years, so I was already wondering, but now my curiosity is more intense, since I'm guessing I would hardly recognize life anymore!) This poem makes us long for more than just pre-covid life -- any aspect of life, like a ferris wheel, like how much we anticipated the fair (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Fran Marie]

Thanks Margie
every year we
look forward to
going to the fair
cancelled this
year cuz of
covid,what
a bummer
I surely miss
the fun it's one
place you can
act like a kid
and not worry
about the humdrum
woes of daily life
thanks for your
reviews, always
appreciated;

[Dhara_Ditzy Kat]

How terrible to miss all that fun. Fairs are such awesome fun. You took me there with your lovely detailing and I lament the loss of those fun, carefree days of gay abandon! I pray your joy returns soon.

[Fran Marie]

Thanks Dhara
so very much
appreciate your
kind words;

[Dhara_Ditzy Kat]

You're welcome dear Fran!