Thad Geer


The Clown Cried - Poem by Thad Geer

The clown cried today,
In the fat lady’s arms he cried.

Folds of fat, a womb for a cold hard world.

Shivering and shaking his cries muffled by the towering tent,
and the astonished mutterings of a shocked crowd.

His son, flying so high fearless and free,
Now a broken body on the ground,

Blood and bones mixed with popcorn and elephant waste.

The clown cried today,
In the fat lady's arms he cried.


Comments about The Clown Cried by Thad Geer

  • Thad Wilk (10/4/2008 9:06:00 PM)

    A very poignant and beautifully written poem my friend, a pleasure indeed to read! !
    Best regards! !
    Thad
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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 3, 2008



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