Lisa at dVerse has invited us to write a poem using the word (or derivative of) clown. dVerse Poets – Poetics – Clowning Around
“Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country.” Anais Nin
Only Dreams We were agog in teens town, all oxford bags and platforms and we knew that the answers were always at the back of the book, there were no questions then, only dreams to be made true, including Romy, but she left the party early, restless as always, "Mate, don't be a clown, go after her" they urged as if it were a sport, but if it were the rules were unclear, and I knew that her street smarts would expose my innocent bravado, so I clowned inside. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Beautifully penned. I can feel the internal conflict well!
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Those were the days, awkward indeed, thank you Lucy.
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Ah, the eternal push and pull of the rubber bands of relationships. If only it were easy! But then oh how soon we would get bored. It’s a conundrum I’ve get to figure out. Your articulation of it all is deft and appreciated, Paul.
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Thank you Lisa, those awkward years eh? I nearly wrote about clownfish, but the pull of high school was stronger, lol.
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You are welcome.
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Clowning inside has caused many an ulcer, no doubt. There are layers here, and much to think about. A poignant write.
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Yes, I’d agree, I didn’t do that again, too difficult, better to try than not. Thank you for the thoughtful,response Beverly.
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🙂 ❤ Really love this one! It never got any easier for me either!
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I went the other way, I determined not to wait after that, crash or crash through, it was a lot of crash. 🙂 that sounds like you had a difficult path?
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I did – but it was worth it to make it to the man I married 🙂
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Wonderful 🙂
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ah shucks sounds like a missed opportunity … or a safe play
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First and last time of missing an opportunity, after that …. 🙂
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🙂
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Ah, young love and all the angst that comes with it …. clowning on the inside included.
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Exactly Helen, the angst, o boy.
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“Clowns are sad, it’s folks that laugh at them.”
― Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird
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Well said Ivor, yes that’s my memory, though they have evolved a little or perhaps reverted.
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A great poem – took me back
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All those years ago 🙂
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The conflicts of the past.Now, we are much more prepared. Aren’t we? 😉 Enjoy your day, Paul! Best wishes, Michael
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Thank you Michael 🙂 you too.
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What a great opening line: “We were agog in teens town.” Funny, I don’t associate clowns or clowning with the teenage years. Clowning and buffoonery are reserved for adults in positions of authority.
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It was a common saying of the 40s and 50s male, Don’t be a fool was its import. I heard on the street the other day and caught me by surprise.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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🙂
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Always happy to share your words!!!
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