Monday, August 30, 2021

...On Poetry and Fiction – Just “One Word” Away (Clowns)

 

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            One word becomes one idea, becomes one sentence, becomes one poem, becomes one story. It must start from just “one word”. Today my one word is “Clowns”.

 

 

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                                                                     Clowns

            Clowns! There are Circus clowns, funny clowns, happy clowns, sad clowns, scary clowns, calming clowns, ghastly clowns and many more . Who are they and why are they so mysterious? They live behind masks of makeup, yet reveal “their” stories through painted faces. If you study them closely, you will understand why they hide their true selves within the realm of their emotions, confined by the chains of the macabre.

 

     Clowns


Children love them; Children fear them

Adults analyze them, yet still revere them

Who are these bizarre beings

     Who dance about with smiles and tears?

            Who hide their hearts and devilish fears?

 

They entertain us and make us smile

     These tortured souls come alive for awhile

They reveal “their” stories through painted faces

     Their tears fall from many places

They hide within the realm of emotion

    Hypnotized by strange devotion

Confined by chains of the macabre

    Confused and alone; they’ve lost their way

 

But we accept them for who they are

    Willing to embrace them from afar

For we do not trust their masks of woe

    Yet we sit in wait for their “magic” show

 

Circus clowns, funny clowns

     Happy clowns, sad clowns

Scary clowns, calming clowns

     Ghastly clowns, Parade of clowns

 

There are many whom we long to see

   So bittersweet as we engage with glee

We may never know the mystery of their mask

   Or where they retreat, come time to bask

 

So may they one day show their truth

   And bare their souls for all to see

So we no longer fear the enigma of the “Clown”

   But become the audience who sets them free

           

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