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The Clown |
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RobertB Senior Member
since 1999-09-26
Posts 1104Champaign, IL 
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The Clown After the parade when the dust has settled down and the night's performance has been put to bed a fog of isolation seeps into the heart of the clown. The echoes of laughter from the stands only intensifies the ache in his heart as he ponders his life that for now is out of his hands and is measured in sips that come from a glass which by the way is much to close to empty. So he hoists a bottle of memories and drinks from the past and laughs at himself the way they laugh at him. Only he laughs alone in his remembering because no one here in his life now has seen where he's been. So comes the laughter from the sadness of the clown whose last performance is pulled out of a drawer and rattles the windows of houses at the edge of town. Robert |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
Sad poem. Sometimes people hide behind a 'clown mask' so they won't be hurt, so no one will be able to see who they really are.. this is a good poem! |
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RobertB Senior Member
since 1999-09-26
Posts 1104Champaign, IL |
sometimes...most times...we all hide. It protects us. |
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Munda Member Elite
since 1999-10-08
Posts 3544The Hague, The Netherlands |
So it may seem ! Protect us ? From whom ? Ourselves most of the time  And who can rescue you from yourself....only you Robert.LOL Sorry about that. Did I mention I like this poem a lot ? I do Robert, I do !  |
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