Le Cirque Bleu
The spotlight is aglow through the gloam
The light an indigo ink modifying color
She swings her body with agility thrusting backwards
upside down, with unseen wings,
an acrobat aerials amid the roar
She looks pretty with her fan in one hand,
long tresses flowing loosely
A circus horse made of jade below
makes eye contact and an interconnection
Without movement they are in an eternal trance,
In the deep dark yonder the golden helio appears
Fiddle and banjo play for the opening adagios act La Nouba
Her leotard tightly invokes, red with flower imprints
Statuesque, still in time showing off her physique
and impressing spectators from below the fliers' pedestal
From above the nets, with ease, she imagines a
world where gravity defies, and animals and objects fly
Flights of fancy within the flying trapeze
flights of fancy an indigo trapeze ~ from above jade nets, an ease
Originating in Montreal
In the early eighties starting small
Cirque du Soleil
Is a worldwide ballet
A sensation unmatched to this day
No one tops Cirque du Soleil, their creativity is vast
Originality plus, every performance, spectators gasp
With their impossible feats
We're riveted to our seat
Being part of this world-famous troupe is a blast
A showstopper unrivaled, an absolute must-see
Mind-blowing entertainment to a breathtaking degree
Have a connection I do gloat
Very proud though remote
A former Quebecer, my pride is guaranteed
Brad is Mo's better half? he's also her hero
20 years with Cirque de Soleil, Mo's chest does billow
Totally enamored
Must be an honor
To be married to a celeb, driving around in a limo
Have you ever stopped to wonder?
How curious we can be
How we gleam with awe and wonder
Still filled with anxiety
The world they say is a tornado
So filled with love and hate
So beautifully designed
To make our teeth grate
A plethora of emotions run around the playful sky
So beautiful and quaint, so filthy and undesired
How lifelessly animated we make it all seem
Every night as we sleep below its glorious beam
The world they say is an arena
A precinct of heartless desire
A place to decide
If love will ever conquer or if money will divide
Still we add those barricades
Which, we think, would in the end, indeed make us, one day fly
Or swim freely in this circus
Where one day we shall all definitely die
By
Amanda.M.Miller
(My humbled tribute clowns all over, deceased or alive)
Cheerful faces made up and painted white
Glowing with stark colors extra bright
Wonderful array of emotions on faces displayed
Making people happy is the way in their hearts and their heads
Some might think that it is only a simple job
But really it is more than that it's a choice when they laugh or they sob
A decision that they've come to terms with when they gleed
Even when deep inside they may be also so broken-hearted
But they continue making people laugh just the same
And entertaining children of all the ages just alike
They bring into the world so much joy and happiness acclaimed
As they spread to the mermerized crowds all their charms unnamed
Funny faces made up of white paint as they ride
Melting sad hearts and sowing everywhere hopes
Even when they may be hurting deep inside
They always bring to the world so much joy as they play!
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2004-2009
August 19,2009