gordon nosworthy

The Clown - Poem by gordon nosworthy

and in the end the clown smiled
because that’s all the clown knew to do
twist blown up balloons into animal shapes
the nose red the cheeks red the lips red
the gloved hands white
the shoes large and floppy
the smile never ending
because that’s all the clown knew to do

the clown had sad sad eyes
his audience thought that cute
to have sad sad eyes overlooking big red lips
and a boutonniere that spurted water
on those who came too close
and foolishly bent to sniff
then looked with some annoyance and surprise
with liquid dripping from brow and cheek
up at those sad sad eyes
with accusations of how could you to me

watch the clown’s blue polka dot bow tie spin
wide the eyes of children
one day adults all grown up
amused at the irony of sad sad eyes and bells
ringing in the happy happy hidden life
at the hope the clown has forsaken
the dreams that brought stars to their knees
the despair welling behind the sad sad eyes
above the red red lips
because that’s all the clown knew to do

Topic(s) of this poem: love and life

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, September 15, 2015

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