the circus is in town

June 30, 2014 at 3:54 pm 7 comments

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two eyes, a nose, a mouth

a face

no one has ever seen

belonging to a someone

who hides from everyone,

including me.

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each day she paints a picture

full of colors

and

a smile,

then steps into the spotlight

stumbling through her life

mile after mile.

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wearing a mask

is what is expected,

it makes life easier

chasing away frowns…

it seems

the only way to survive life’s circus,

is to wear a face

of

a

carnival clown.

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7 Comments Add your own

  • 1. John W. Howell  |  June 30, 2014 at 4:17 pm

    Make-up needs to come off now and then. Liked this.

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    • 2. words4jp  |  June 30, 2014 at 10:59 pm

      Yes, you are so right. All that stage make up can reap havoc on one’s complexion;)

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  • 3. MichelleMarie  |  June 30, 2014 at 4:39 pm

    Sometimes sweet friend we have more then one mask! I’m all for taking all that stuff off! Well maybe! 😀

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    • 4. words4jp  |  June 30, 2014 at 11:09 pm

      I was listening to Emeli Sande’s song on my playlist – Clown when I was driving home last night from taking Peyton to his dad’s. I was also thinking about makeup, pictures….creating a facade that you know others may want to see, but does not reveal the true you….

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      • 5. MichelleMarie  |  July 1, 2014 at 12:38 am

        I totally know what you mean!

  • 6. redgladiola  |  July 2, 2014 at 12:26 pm

    Came here via Richard. I can definitely relate to this poem. I hope you find a place where you can be real because wearing a mask does get tiring. =)

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    • 7. words4jp  |  July 2, 2014 at 10:15 pm

      Hello – thank you so much for stopping by and for following my little blog. Richard is such a wonderful and talented writer. I have enjoyed being one of his groupies and sharing a great friend across the great big pond;). In regards to masks, I agree. They are very tiring, but sometimes I wonder if what I originally considered a mask is no longer a mask but has, instead, become the real deal? Strange thoughts I ponder….. Kimberly:)

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