Amputated dream

In a dusky room
through a broken window
she watches
as a clown with a twisted face
burns all her flowers
and dismembers
her sacred thoughts
and to that old familiar tune
that old familiar tune
her world begins - to distort.

Every day
she slides through people
as if they were not there
condemned into darkness
the clowns voice
grinds her very soul
there is no clarity here
chaos rules supreme
she is desperate
she is trapped
inside an awfully
amputated - abstract dream.

And as the long grass sways
to the whim of the summer breeze
she is finally overwhelmed
so tired of the acting
so tired of the disguise
so tired of seeing her world
dripping - before her very eyes.

The clown is playing his pipes
that old familiar tune
he's calling for her soul
but her heart is stubborn
There is light behind a hidden door
she has to believe
it has to be true.

The walls are spinning faster
as she fumbles with the keys
her hands are cold
her legs are weak
the hidden door is close
somebody tell her
somebody help her - please!

In a dusky room
through a broken window
her mind begins to explore
this place she finds herself
standing behind herself
as she tumbles
to the floor.

Rik - 27/02/2006

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Written on 2006-02-27 at 15:31

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I have to agree with the damn.hell.boy on one thing.....You are an artist and write with an artist's mind and eye.

I just shake my head at the intricate way you paint and weave this piece of poetic cloth. Amazing talent you have Rik.


Zoya Zaidi
Fantasy, facts, dreams, images intact,
When the interact,
To bring this beautiful Tapestry to life,
It has such a soulful,
Delicate, sensitive effect!
Rik, this poem has such an impact!

(((((Hugs to bring that 'effect'))))))

Love, xxx, Zoya

liz munro The PoetBay support member heart!
Love the Clown.

John Ashleigh The PoetBay support member heart!
The imagery was fantastic, so many routes for my mind to take but ALL of them equal and finalise with the moral base of your poem.

Please with this, keep it up :)


...had to read it twice to get what the poem was about because at first i got completely lost in the weight of the words that have been carefully wedged together to produce this wonderful work of poetic artistry...well described, i love it...


by Rik