The Death Of Bozo The Clown

by Timothy r   Mar 10, 2007


Sounds of laughter echo
between intermittent cries
remnants of a splintered shell
destroyed by a soul belied

Heaven once a promising goal
now seeming light years away
finding oneself in a tattered mess
leading the heart to dismay

Tired eyes that never sleep
teasing the mind to behold
dreams of a fairytale story
that was never meant to be told

Hidden behind a clown`s face
always armed with a quick joke
tis now I will relinquish
my name once admirably spoke

My death, prematurely reported
lies here upon written page
a handle to be carried on
to last throughout the ages

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  • 17 years ago

    by Krzysztof J

    In a way i can relate to this poem and while reading it, i came to realise a few things so thank you for posting such a great piece of art :) i think it is anyway :)) i gave it 5/5 :)

  • 17 years ago

    by HOLLY ARMER

    Damn Tim! This is simply beyond words.

    I've read it five times now and still can't comment....Just WOW!!!!

  • 17 years ago

    by Run out of words

    Beautiful write, you captured emotions. I wish I could say more, but sometimes you just can't find the words:) It's undescribable...if you know what I mean.

  • 17 years ago

    by Sherry Lynn

    Nice poem. I miss that Bozo .. I have problems recalling ... did he die when I got old or did I just grow too old to continue enjoy him?

    --Sher

  • 17 years ago

    by Lu

    Heaven once a promising goal
    now seeming light years away
    finding oneself in a tattered mess
    leading the heart to dismay
    ^^^^
    Oh mercy what a hard hitting stanza.

    My death, prematurely reported
    lies here upon written page
    ^^^^
    The sadness in these 2 lines just float of the page and tears penetrate my heart.

    Wonderfully penned as always dear Timothy
    Take care

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