Clowning around
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| Painting by Max Chagall 1967 The Circus With The Yellow Clown So that's how I'm seen A joke ! or so it seems, Forever I feel you make me jump through hoops, Putting me down in front of friends Or any groups Yet my stomach does somersaults My unrequited love for you. Is not your fault, But it's true and real, It's within, it's how I feel, My tummy flips like a trapeze star, I love you and who you are, Yet every time we're close, I mentally walk a tiny tightrope, Watching everything I say and do, Trying desperately to impress just you, If I could just learn some magic tricks Something special to make you tick, Would you then return my feelings Be sincere, love me with some meaning, Would you cease to treat me as a clown, Love me for me and stop messing around. Or do I disappear in a puff of smoke Give up on you, my perfect bloke ? |
sounds like far too much work for little or naught...and too much stress always walking the tightrope...i vote walk...
ReplyDeleteI almost wanted to rap this one!
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Try it once without that heavy makeup and floppy shoes -- in other words, as the real unadorned you -- that might be what's needed. :-)
ReplyDeleteThose clown masks hide so much...
ReplyDeleteYou captured the look on Yellow Clown's face quite nicely!
ReplyDeleteI love the feeling of hope and the sense of hidden treasure that you have so wonderfully developed in your poem, Kez. Thank you for sharing. =D
ReplyDeleteThis was charming and I genuinely enjoyed it. Reminds me of a Magnetic Fields song.
ReplyDeleteI think I would walk too...
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i like how the tummy flips on the trapeze. what happens to the people under the trapeze? yikes.
ReplyDeleteSome wonderful language here. I really enjoyed it!
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