The clown


The circus tent was empty
as it had always been.

10 thousand jokes he told
his heart was never seen

Then round
and round
and round
and round

until finally he reached the ground

A painted smile for just a while
that's all he was
my friend
the clown.


© Rik - 31/01/2006




Poetry by Rik The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2006-01-31 at 14:39

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F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
ah this strikes me... this is the scenario and thoughts that run in my mind from reading this... yeah it's my mind at it again :D

the clown, on they go trying to remain discrete about what's really going on inside, playing the "joker" as though everything was fine around everyone until one day, it all falters and crumbles in plain view... and everyone is surprised as though it was all new to them... it's funny how often it's the people closest to us that don't see the core... and funny too how so many of us feel the need to hide the core... that's what this makes me think of... a really good poem... the clown image is effective... makes this frame sorrowful in my mind...

did i ever tell you that you're damn good at this writing thing? ;) :) *hug* xx
2006-11-04


penfold18
A nice enjoyable poem well done and welcome to the bay :-))
2006-01-31