Living by antics, signs of a clown.
Some see me smiling while sporting my frown.
Carrousel ride, life's camouflaged treat,
Must force a laugh or succumb to defeat.
Wardrobes of garments, cover and please.
Under this cloth I'm caught in a freeze.
An ensemble devised with many extremes.
Emotional wears, riding these seams.
Exhibits are rarely all what they seem.
Most tendered to fashion, lost in my dream.
Reality covered by each chosen pleat,
Cores of existence hidden beneath.
Searching this soul, embraced in it's tears,
The heart of a man is embossed with his fears.
There must be a way, most fibers are thin,
Where even this jester, elusively wins.
This is an excellent piece! I especially like the line "Emotional wears, riding these seams." Such unique wording in each line, though! Each person is so very complex. Sometimes we have difficulty understanding ourselves. This is creative reasoning for why a book should not be judged by its cover. Love and Hugs~
Sheila
Greetings from Atlanta.
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In Spirit,
Bear
~Chrissie
Gee glad to see you are back!!
Love Tinka
Sure did miss you 'round here! I especially liked this:
"Reality covered by each chosen pleat,
Cores of existence hidden beneath."
Glad to see you back with this gem.
Tami
Love that last stanza...
WOW, long time no see and what a truly fabulous treat you have here for me to read!!!! This splendid piece contains and twines so much saddened musing thought, so many sad musing emotions yet inspires all the way throughout...Brilliant expressive inspiring writing!
((((Hugs))))
~Nikki~