The Circus in My Town
I was taken to the circus many times
Cotton candy comes to mind
The lights turned down low
The costumes sparkled
Under the spot lights
The clowns with big shoes
And baggie clothes
Crawled the perimeters of the big top
Like colorful spiders
Elephants with painted smiles
The lions roared
Or were those screams
The clowns threw buckets of tears
At each other
Thousands of clowns
Stuffed into tiny cars
The music played
Was it Satie with his sad tunes
A world of make believe
A sad state of affairs
September 18, 2018
38 comments:
A sad state of affairs.. now all the world seems to me to be a circus (and I have never been a fan).
I think you are right, we are trapped in a circus! Thanks Kerry.
I'm not keen on circuses, especially when they paint elephants and make lions roar - it makes me sad.
Nice write Annell
Much😊💛😊love
Me too, Kim. Thanks for the comment.
Thanks Gillena.
Your words aptly capture the pathos behind the pomp and circumstance. Well done.
Thanks indybev!
The clowns threw buckets of tears
At each other
Fabulous lines. I like the contrasts you draw between the sparkly surface and the pain beneath, right through the poem. Thank you for sharing.
You have really captured the mix of sparkle and sadness that is the circus.
I love how you bring it to conclusion that life..is not that funny after all.
I take it as an action call for sober reflection. I Imagine those buckets of tears....
great line!
Nice last two lines about the sad world of make believe.
A sad affair... yes the joy of circuses has faded.... but the acrobats are still fun.
Nice write! I like the "...elephants with painted smiles and...clowns throwing buckets of tears." You nailed it!
An incredible poem. How you show the pain and suffering if the animals and the people beneath the colors and sparkle. The clowns like colored spiders is especially affective
We now live in a world who frown on big game hunters and lion tamers and yet do not have the insight or gumption to take global warming seriously. From Civil Rights to LBGT and Me Too, we are all hypersensitive, but Trump has trampled on decency ad democracy. Where is the light at the end of the tunnel?
'clowns like spiders' nice metaphor...especially like the end correlation between the fantasy horror of the circus to the sad state of affairs in the world, nice job.
It's "a sad state of affairs indeed". I like the shift in your verse, from a nostalgic image and memory through the eyes of the child to the adult realization of the actual grimness of that setting.
Well-penned.
-HA
"Send in the Clowns. There ought to be clowns..." Your bittersweet reminiscence captures our collective absurdity in the seeming charm of a circus. Nicely written!
bittersweet, i love the tone of your poem
It is a sad world beneath the showy facade. I don't think they need to bring in the clowns, they're here, like lions who only seem caged,
The truth in your words here are magnificent Annell! A wonderful write indeed!
Thank you for your comment, Sarah.
Thanks for your comment VJ.
Yes, sometimes "life," can give us a wonderful chuckle!! Thanks Vivian.
Thanks Frank.
Yes, they are, and who else should be in the circus? Thanks Bjorn.
I am glad you enjoyed it, just as I had hoped. Thanks susan.
Thank you Toni, glad you didn't let those spiders slip past you.
Yes, it seems there is lots confusion in the world today, nothin black or while. Thanks for your comment Glenn.
Thanks for your comment, Dorianna.
Thank you for your comment, Ha.
A wonderful song about clowns. It seems the world is crowded with clowns, from top to bottom! Thanks for your comment Frank.
Thanks for your comment, Gina.
I loved your comment! Thanks Mark.
Thanks for your comment Carrie.
I guess the evaluation of would depend of whose eyes you are looking through. A child would see the excitement while we adults might think it rather absurd. Sounds like you had a great time there as a child.
The state of the world reflected as a circus...sadly apt.
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