The
Clown
i reach out for beauty and she shuns me
dancing
off on ballerina toes
leaving
nothing but the work
to
lighten
the
ever-dimmer darkness between the wane of long hours
as
i toil
away
quietly
slipping
lonely into the night with the taste
of
spirits on my breath
with
a painted smile
and
brushed on cheeks
cursed
with a laugh
both
bright and dying on my lips
cultured
for the grassroots
and
practiced
to
ease the anguish
of
a world in sorrow
if
i have made you giggle
then
i have lived
if
not well
then
maybe well enough
Donald
Dean Mace
Donald Dean Mace is an artist, poet, and freelance
writer living and working quietly in Yuma Arizona.
Tags:
Poetry
That's beautiful!
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