Clowns

No one can understand a clown's feelings.

His laugh was with the crowd but he still smiled,

He gave his colours to the crowd but he still shined,

He took his heavy heart, hiding behind his colours,

He juggled his tears, behind his eyes,

But today, they fell from his hands,

Flowing with the paints,

Still that was a joke for the child,

And the crowd still smiled.

Author's Note

What do you think?

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A sad story written in the poetry. You create situation and honest ending. Thank you Shasha for sharing your amazing poetry and thoughts.
Coyote

[Shasha]

Thank you Coyote!!!

[J. B.]

I absolutely loved this! Short but powerful

[Shasha]

Thank you very much Jerimiah!!!

[Paul Bell]

You always know behind the clown, tragedy lies.
But the smile is eternal.

[Shasha]

Hmm. Yes, you are right!

[Vasilees Sybissyl]

Beautiful poem, love. I love how you've described the clown's sadness and how they channel it, turning it into happiness for others. Keep it up!!

Love,
Vasilees.

[Shasha]

Clown are covered with colours from outside, but from within?
Thank you again, dear Vasilees!

[Shasha]

*Clowns actually

[Violet Chan]

Its great and so touching... I feel bad for them too... May god bless. Love this writing.

[Shasha]

Oh, thank you Violet, I am glad that you liked it!