Daniel Thomason

Rookie (8/6/1993 / San Antonio, TX)

The Mirror Circus - Poem by Daniel Thomason

Restless burdens sing in grotesque gardens,
Dead zinnias twirling in an evening wind,
The blackened buds grazed with the grim reaper's scythe,
And mortar and pestle and old dying eyes,
Shriveled mirrors dance in abandoned circuses,
Dreams falling from trapezes to an unordered dismay,
The hearts poured in jars by the apothecary's wives,
Now that morning and nightfall will fall from the sky.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 11, 2011

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