…On Poetry and Fiction
Just “One Word” Away (“Clowns”)
written by: Phyllis P. Colucci
@FictionTarot
One word becomes one idea, becomes one sentence, becomes one poem, becomes one story. It must start from just “one word”. Today my one word is “Clowns”.
CLOWNS
Children love them; Children fear them
Adults analyze them, yet still revere them
Who are these bizarre beings
Who dance about with smiles and tears?
Who hide their hearts and devilish fears?
They entertain us and make us smile
These tortured souls come alive for awhile
They reveal “their” stories through painted faces
Their tears fall from many places
They hide within the realm of emotion
Hypnotized by strange devotion
Confined by chains of the macabre
Confused and alone; they’ve lost their way
But we accept them for who they are
Willing to embrace them from afar
For we do not trust their masks of woe
Yet we sit in wait for their “magic” show
Circus clowns, funny clowns
Happy clowns, sad clowns
Scary clowns, calming clowns
Ghastly clowns, Parade of clowns
There are many whom we long to see
So bittersweet as we engage with glee
We may never know the mystery of their mask
Or where they retreat, come time to bask
So may they one day show their truth
And bare their souls for all to see
So we no longer fear the enigma of the “Clown”
But become the audience who sets them free
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:
Is it possible to adore clowns, and also fear them at the same time? Well the answer to that question is hidden behind their masks of makeup and painted faces. Each one of them has a story to tell as they fight their emotions in order to entertain us through magic and laughter.
