drink me, grow taller
fold tiny animals within my palms
give me cotton candy hair
churro sweet fingers
eyes of neon light
drink me, grow taller
wash my face in lemonade
throw ferris wheels in my soup
clouds in my eyelashes
gather balloons in my fists
drink me, grow taller
drape me in blankets of light
tie bells of memory on my shoes
let the golden bear stretch me
past the gates
*21/100: For the next 100 days, I’ll be writing and posting a poem every day.
**All photos are mine, taken with an Olympus E-M1 MarkII and edited with Lightroom Classic.
Bridgette Tales 
I like this one! The previous ones were good too, but this captures the energy of the fair. I haven’t been to one in years but I might consider going this time around.
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Thank you! I went last night and it was so fun. Riding the monorail and walking around all evening amongst the neon lights filled me with nostalgia. I highly recommend it!
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I enjoyed the carnival atmosphere
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I’m so glad! I do love me a good fair.
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A charming glimpse into a poetic journey. “State Fair” sounds like a celebration of memories, community, and everyday moments captured through verse. Poetry has a special way of turning simple scenes—lights, laughter, food, music, and gatherings—into lasting emotions and stories. 🎡✨
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I’m so glad you liked this one, it was fun to write. It’s amazing how something like a fair can be like a time travel experience, so rich for the senses.
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What a wonderfully imaginative poem! ✨ It feels like stepping into a dream where the ordinary transforms into pure magic. Your repeated refrain, “drink me, grow taller,” beautifully echoes the spirit of childhood wonder, inviting the reader to see the world through curious, enchanted eyes.
I especially loved the vivid imagery—cotton candy hair, churro sweet fingers, clouds in my eyelashes, and bells of memory on my shoes. Each line is playful yet layered with emotion, creating a delightful blend of fantasy and nostalgia.
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Oh, I’m so glad you liked this one! It might be one of my favorites I’ve written lately as it was filled with the joy of the moment.
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Reads to me like Alice tripping in Wonderland. Maybe you were 🙂 Goes perfectly with the pic.
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Hahaha! They did have a cannabis garden this year beside the beer garden, but I didn’t enter. I wonder if I’d have found the caterpillar if I did.
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A cannabis garden? There’s more tolerance these days for soft drugs here but I don’t foresee one of those anytime soon.
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I’m in California, so it’s pretty much everywhere here now.
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I’m not sure I’d have the courage to go into one, not unaccompanied anyway. I know nothing of those matters and I’m too old to start now I think 😦
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I’ve noticed a lot of older people, like my mom, use cannabis for pain relief and for sleep. It’s interesting.
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Yes, medicinal cannabis has now been legalised in Jersey – that’s a very good thing for those who (like your mom) really need it for pain etc.
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I just flat smiled at churro sweet fingers. You amaze me with the creativity you muster on a daily basis
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You are so kind! Thank you. This was a fun one to write.
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