The Clown
My house is filled with laughter,
My smile is painted on with plaster,
My shoes are a mile long,
My nose is pantied rosey red,
My face is painted a snowy white,
My eyes are painted sapphire blue,
My dance makes the best of laughter,
As their giggles fill the room,
And their claps surround me,
My plaster smile widens,
But under my smile,
Lies a frown,
Hidden in plain view,
Hidden by the face I wear,
And the facade I chose,
As they laugh and stare the more my frown appears,
Making me the clown as I appear,
And chose.
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Author:
Emma-lee (
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Comments2
While very descriptive and clear, I am drawn to the very last 2 words, "and chose"". We are victims of our own actions, not even reactions. So if to want to no longer be the clown, we ourselves need to remove the façade. A truth very well painted
Good write Emma. Poem is face-shaped / clown-face shape?
yes
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