Were I a clown, would you really know me?
Could you see beneath my grease-smeared smile?
Guess if joy or pain be glistening in my eyes?
Around, about the music swells,
echoes of laughter in flashing neon darkness.
Children fly in arcs though swollen clouds
of dry-ice smoke and popcorn magic
While lovers clasp each other tightly,
wrapped in cotton candy dreams
they ride the roller coaster waves.
Were I a clown, would you try to find me
cached in a mask of absurdity,
hidden from someone I’ll never be?
Over at dVerse Poetics, our wonderful hostess, Claudia Schoenfeld, invites us to have some fun at the Carnival. I’m sorry to disappoint as this poem isn’t exactly fun, but it’s what was given to me early this morning and I have to respect my muse. Have a wonderful weekend, everyone. And happy Memorial Day to all.