Monday, April 11, 2011

Monday April 11, 2011 NaPoWriMo Day #11/ Magpie





NaPoWriMo Day #11

The Circus is Gone

The circus left
Our town today
The thrill is gone
All packed up
And went away

The circus comes to town in April
Kicks off the event
With a spectacular parade
The clowns are funny
The elephants walk together
Down main street
Tail in snout
Then all the performers
In colorful, sparkly costumes

The acrobats juggle lighted torches
The limber lady rides
The prancing horse
The fat man with the little dogs
That bark and run
And roll into balls

The band members in uniforms
Red, white and blue
Blow brass horns
Play Sousa Marches
And a big bass drum
Keeps the beat
Boom, boom, boom

Children run along side
Their heads are
Filled with dreams
The circus steals
Their breath away

We are different in April
There are great expectations
When the circus comes to town
But now it's over
Our town is quiet
Nothing special happens here
Boom, boom, boom

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One More Glass of Wine

One more glass of wine you say,
The party is over In the morning
The alarm rings early
I need my rest

I enjoyed the party
The conversation
Took us to many places
We haven't been

But my energy is gone
Sleep is the only cure known
For too much fun
And a glass of wine

The liquid poured into the glass
Will not quench my thirst
For what I need is rest

Not one more glass
Not one more minute
I'm leaving now
I enjoyed the evening
Goodnight to all
I must lie down to rest

6 comments:

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I enjoyed both of these, Annell........and oh, I hear you about the sleep!

Ms. Becky said...

what Sherry Blue Sky wrote.
your writing is beautiful.

Elizabeth said...

Both of your poems are about expectations and the downside when the time has passed. Always there must be that balance,

Elizabeth

Late Blooming Bohemian said...

I enjoyed these too :)

SandyCarlson said...

I think there is a lot to be said for knowing when the last glass has been poured. I like this poem very much.

Steve Isaak said...

Love the circus poem - great tale-telling and verse-working there. Excellent poem.

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