Nothing Seems Real

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The annual spring carnival's in town, and my five senses are in for a treat. For it is much more than rides and a clown, this extravaganza is hard to beat. Flamboyant colors hypnotize my eyes, flaunting fantasies that seem surreal. And to top it off, I could win a prize, or some cash on the crown and anchor wheel. It smells of peanuts and cotton candy, amidst a cacophony of loud bells. And the whole spectacle is jimdandy, I can taste the flavors each vendor sells. The rawhide feel of pitching a baseball adds to the tactile sensations I feel. And the noisy crowds are part of it all, lost in the fervor, for nothing seems real. Painted tents bloom like flowers in the spring, popping up as soon as winter snows melt. They're a traditional seasonal thing that precedes summer, north of the Sunbelt. (Quatrain) 8/2/2018

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Sylvia Coulstock

Date: 8/8/2018 9:24:00 AM

The way you have written this Emile has excited my senses and I am there at the carnival with you.Love it thank you.

Emile Pinet
Date: 8/8/2018 10:34:00 AM

Thanks Sylvial, your comments are appreciated my friend, Emile.

Anil Deo

Date: 8/5/2018 11:05:00 PM

u did not have to say "Kids recall the thrills of another world" coming to town. Innocent pleasures ... before there was an entertainment industry and DISNEY COMES CALLING. the senses do get a treat as u set up the tents and rides. Thanks Emile

Emile Pinet
Date: 8/6/2018 8:15:00 AM

Thanks Anil, your comments are appreciated my friend, Emile.