Sacrifice Poem by Elena Sandu


Rating: 4.0

If won't bring you smiles
Let the clown die.
But don't leave in two minutes
not so fast, it survived such a long time
make first a portrait
from its unspoken words, and walk
once more on its laughing path,
feel free then to snatch out
your souvenir, personal:
Pierrot's bleeding heart.

Tuesday, March 7, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: sacrifice
megha.. 17 August 2018

superr.... i enjoyed reading this.

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Edward Kofi Louis 20 July 2017

Unspoken words! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Jazib Kamalvi 09 May 2017

An impressive poem. Thanks...

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Hans Vr 21 April 2017

A very deep poem, Elena. Is it meant as a type of sarcasm, criticism, on the far right of the world? Once our heart is bleeding, no matter how much we made them smile, they will let us die, but first they will make portrait, think of all the good we could have done for them from here on-wards, and then take their souvenir. I was searching for a more symbolic meaning in the poem (did the clown stand for something vicious?) . I thought for awhile it was about non-attachment but then the souvenir goes against that. Definitely a deep and thought provoking poem, well written. I just had a bit of a tough time interpreting the meaning in connection with your brilliant and super-friendly personality

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Vidyadhar Durgekar 07 March 2017

Nice........thanks for sharing

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