Jaded Jester: a worn-down clown
Poem ~
cracking white powder
flakes from his face
years of red paint
his lips erased
darkness encircling
hollowed eyes
free of the mask
the old clown cries
years as a charlatan
exacting their toll
the jester’s laugh
revealing his soul
mocking an emptiness
he grips his heart
the jaded jester
played his last part
Oh….and excellent poem, Sue. I like the rhythm feel of it very much. Tell a story well.
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Thanks, Bill. 😊
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Well written, Sue. So true and yet so sad. 😦
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Thanks so much Ally. 😊
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My pleasure, Sue. xx
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Sad…our masks and facades…
Beth
https://bethlapinsatozblog.wordpress.com/
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Great rhythm. I like “his lips erased.”
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Thanks so much😊
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