The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible. ~Vladimir Nabakov

Friday, July 4, 2008

Juggling Jester

Standing on a rolling ball
Balancing emotions of life
Nearly ready to fall
Yet holding on to the hat
Of silliness and act
Slipping with a sudden roll
This witty performer
Loosing the balancing pole
Laughter and pokes
Ear piercing mimicking
Tactless booming jokes
Of the crowd
They clutch the shroud
And tear off a robe of magic
How funny though tragic
Is the fall of this amusing one
Standing ovations for works
Bountiful laughter and joy
Performing repetitive quirks
A daily definite life
Fooling even the brightest
Oh what a strife
As magic rises to the test
Performance yet at its best
No need to wear any masks
Carrying out the tricky tasks
Going a minute per mile
Outlandish juggling jester
Always with a painted smile
In a clandestine world
Dressed up as wolf but a mule
Camouflaged soul of the fool

1 comment:

Melanie said...

wow... I can only imagine what was happening in your life when you wrote that. Great poem!