The Clown
The Clown
a living metaphor
of what you see
and who it is
Still learning
to make a funny face
to walk differently
to perform
before an audience
A juggling fool
with worn out socks
in waiting for an applause
to satisfy a world
of melanchony
delirium,and expectations
Wearing the big black shoes
bigger than it's being
Keeping balance
of the imbalance
to nurture hungry mouths
that survive on half a planet
or what is left
To feed human shadows
which await the big blushed nose
and stretched out lips
Which await the mask
that veils turmoil and pain
The Clown
with a spirit to live
and a heart to die
is back in full circus
Splashing colours
on shades of grey
The Clown
a living metaphor
A tear away
from its ownself
The heterozygote twin
in the mirror
of a mortal smile
is back in town
and coming out to play.
Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2014
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