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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Entry filed under: depression, feelings, human nature, life, Personal, poetry, ponderings, prose, reflections, Relationships, thoughts, writing. Tags: carnival, circus, clowns, darkness, emptiness, fears, frustration, journeys, loneliness, observations, Poetry, sadness, voices.
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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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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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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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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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MichelleMarie | July 1, 2014 at 12:38 am
I totally know what you mean!
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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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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:)