Saturday, May 26, 2012


I’m hoping to get to where
I have to be—without using
crescendo’s descriptive

The smells of traveling folk
irradiate definition
procure inhibitory realms
and guide the soul to
where, all’s cast unto pools
of a tolerant breed

Mystics, madmen, gypsy, seers of
romani lore, clashing western
culture with their crystalline torrents
of adrenalin


Eddy’s, whirlwinds, the vortex
and a single parasol—
 swirling with purposeful nonchalance,
through each element near and far,
stealing pieces imprisoned in, every rotation
another sensation floods your face, past the eyes,
through internal trellises, residing

into crescent shells, of a 
Once magnifying moment
in unbridled pleasantry…

Sounds…depress the catalytic
for they can listen but not revel
in the auditory repetitions, left to

Taste, funnel cakes and honey-sex
on display, waiting for your foreign

Caress, unto this sport of touch that will never tell
Ticket stubs—torn—
turnstiles, in need
Of lubrication—
still frozen since 1969

For Poetics this week over at D'Verse, the uber-creative Claudia Schoenfeld is hosting, and presents us with the challenge of composing a piece surrounding Fun Fairs, or how they say it where she's from, Jahrmarkt, which has such a better ring, and lets face it, is such a cooler word than Fair, Fun Fair, or even Carnival.  So head on over, take everything in, and dream back upon your own experiences and memories, and compose a Jahrmarkt poem of your own.  But, please, make sure you link it up, so we can all live vicariously through your words.


  1. Wow, this was deep. I listened as I read too which made it even better. I remember the fortune tellers there too, never had mine told at a fair though.
    Nice write Fred~!

  2. there is a little extra spice in your fair there...haha...there is something a bit sexy about the fair...a little magic in the air...and soft saw dust by the tents you know...all those lights and energy...grins...but since 1969 that might take a bit of lube you caught a bit of the atmosphere in your poetic bottle brother..

  3. I like the images of your Jahrnakt swirling in a single parasol but ending with torn ticket stubs ~ Great writing Fred ~

  4. Wow, Fred, I enjoyed this. Especially listening to you read. Right now I am thinking about the joy of funnel cakes....and yes, the smells of traveling folk are, yes, distinctive. Enjoyed your write.

  5. Eddy’s, whirlwinds, the vortex
    and a single parasol—
    swirling with purposeful nonchalance,

    Great writing Fred!

  6. This is great, Fred... with the spins, the sights and sounds, the smells... very sensuous. Amazing ending, too.

  7. I really like the opening and closing stanzas--they're packed with nuance and with ideas--the center seems more imagistic and shifting, and makes an excellent contrast that is all sort of like going to, arriving at and partaking, then leaving the Fair behind. Nice one, Fred.

  8. You really brought the place to life with the atompshere you set and that is surely a safe bet. As the smells came alive and some other things of such a dive, as 1969 might need a bit of adjusting to work what so ever, maybe just the pull of a lever.

  9. this is very beautiful poetry

    "Caress, unto this sport of touch" could be a poem unto itself as a theme, i realize it's an enjambment, but it works in so many ways

  10. Ha. I second Brian's comment.

    I love that first stanza, and this: "Taste, funnel cakes and honey-sex on display, waiting for your foreign Caress"

  11. smiling at the honey-sex... there's something sexy about that fun fairs in a weird way..i have often thought that and you brought it alive beautifully..all the scents, the crackling in the air...very cool take on the prompt fred

  12. This is wonderful stuff that improves with re-reading ... love the closing stanza

  13. The smells of traveling folk
    irradiate definition .. love that... this is a take on the Poetics theme only you could have written... excellent, cheers

  14. Nice to hear a performance - the proper place for poetry

  15. A really wonderful one - I especially like the last couple of stanzas. Wonderfully vivid and original - just terrific. k.

  16. I enjoyed your perspective, as I read it, from the point of view of a carnie. In the community where I spend winter, there's a very senior citizen who recently published a memoir of his years growing up a carnie. It's title (believe it or now) Carnie!

  17. I'm with Audrey,
    I loved the big picture essence you captured, and with with still moments, the parasol - the ticket stubs.

  18. Like how the atmosphere built in the central stanza and the picture you created around the parasol line. Quite brilliant and very pleasurable to read. Pam

  19. What a vivid use of language. Nice job!