Hello Fia Naturie. I love your perspective! It’s a beautiful way to think about it – that we’re all on our own wheels of life, and sometimes the journey is about waiting for the right one. Thank you for that insight.

Thank you so much. I love that memory of your seaside town – it must have been a delightful place to grow up in. The idea of the fair as the pulse of the streets beautifully mirrors the anticipation I was exploring in the poem. It’s a perfect way to think about how waiting and wonder shape our human experience. I’m really glad it resonated with you.

Hey Tim, thanks! Your comment is like a perfect Ferris wheel ride – it gives me a whole new view. I appreciate it.

Thank you so much, J. I deeply appreciate your comment, especially coming from someone whose work I’ve always admired for its depth and metaphorical precision.

I’m glad you connected with the poem’s mood; your phrase “a carnival without the carnival” is perfect.

The poem was born from a dream, and it felt like waking into a subliminal space- an echo of something I’m still hopeful for. You’ve perfectly captured that sense of waiting and imagining what might be.

Thank you, Chris! I actually went on a Ferris wheel a few years ago, and discovered I have a fear of heights!

I was fine with them when I was younger, but once we started moving, I thought I was going to faint. I was so focused on just breathing that I couldn’t even enjoy the view.
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That image of you watching the Torquay Ferris wheel with your tea sounds so peaceful. I think I would much prefer that to a ride!

Hello Thomas W. Case. Thank you so much! I really appreciate you saying that. Yes. I remember just reading your poetry on Writer’s Cafe. A fellow writer there, recommended your name, and it’s a pleasure reading your poetry.

Dear Curt,

Thank you for sharing such a thoughtful perspective. I love how you saw the ferris wheel as both life and death -that duality is exactly the space my dream seemed to hold. For me, the dream felt like standing at the edge of something big, knowing the “ride” is there, but also feeling the stillness and peace of just waiting. It reminded me that the wheel keeps turning, and the chance to step on will be there when I’m ready.

It’s one thing being in a dream, but standing on top of the Sears Building is a whole other level. I don’t think I could do it – my mind would go straight to “falling” and my body would just follow, if I didn’t faint halfway up! Just thinking about that is terrifying. You’re a very brave man. Thank you for sharing your story and fthe actual feeling of vertigo it gave me haha

Best,
Roma

I’m glad that line struck you! Sometimes, leaving the mystery alone is the most profound choice of all.

Thank you so much for this thoughtful feedback! I’m so glad the piece lured you in and held your attention -that means a lot. This poem came from a dream I had, so when you say it kept you intrigued, I feel like you’re stepping into that dream with me and witnessing it as I did.

Beauty recognized is beauty shared. Thanks for seeing it!

Thanks so much, Chris! I’m glad you enjoyed the imagery. The poem was my attempt to capture that exact mix of awe and wonder the night sky inspires. It was actually based on a recurring dream I have. I appreciate you taking the time to read it.

Thank you for this beautiful observation. You’ve captured the exact feeling I was trying to express. That sense of feeling so small in the face of the universe, but at the same time, experiencing a powerful explosion within the heart. I love your comparison to the Northern Lights. I’m glad the poem resonated with you.

Haha, I’ll keep my eyes open! That would make quite the sequel to this poem. Thank you

Damian, Thank you for the warm welcome. I appreciate you too, my friend.