The stage is set, the drum-roll rolls,
Onto the stage a sad clown strolls,
Laughing, laughing to the end…
Foot-lights shine, he kneels on the stage,
- The whole wide world is one big cage -
Let us just cry, why pretend?
A “peace-flower” offered from the heart
And a “rasping sound” that isn’t smart…
Laughing, laughing to the end…
Audience roars, this joke is great,
Everybody appreciate
Being crude is now the trend.
The show is great; the show is grand,
These jokes easy to understand,
Laughing, laughing to the end…
They just can’t see, they would not try,
Perceiving why a clown would cry,
…Crying inward to the end…
© P. J. Oszmann (2002)
© Illustration: Etching and Mezzotint, Intaglio Print on Heavy Art Paper 490x310 mm, (Artist’s Proof1966)
Digital photograph of print reduced & touched up in Photoshop (2004)
behind the smile lies deep pain--i know that well, dear (((friend)))
powerfully, poignantly, profoundly captured--BRAVO!
(((HUGS))), love and happy holidays to you and yours, karla. :(
~crying inward to the end.
Merriest Christmas Blessed years
Tracey
This is an inspiring poem blinking many messages on the inner subject.
Keep posting Your Flowers, Poet!
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
have you posted this before??? it came into me like a flood, emotions and all, as if i'd be "here" before
this was well done... words fail me