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This has a bit of a lot of us in it. Written at a low ebb in my life and inspired by a greetings card of a harlequin at a function. While inside the courtyard there was a party going - with the king and the courtiers making merry - the clown sat, dejected, with his back against an arch. The black and white chequered floor had a crack running along it. The picture  strangely gave me strength. It gave me purpose and gave me the will to move forward, up and out of the depression I was in. What may initially appear to be a sad poem, I hope you will find that it is not. Thank you. 

18th August 2014: How words come back to haunt us. What sad news it was to hear about Robin Williams' death. A man who brought joy, laughter and hope to millions, with his inimitable humour, has departed this earth. By his own hand.The clown succumbed. It is not for us to judge, nor blame, nor lay fault. The world is a poorer place because of this great man's demise. RIP Robin Williams

Perfidy A hollow laugh reverberates Through the empty chambers Of a lonely heart Love's labours lost. Stolen. Thrown away. The echo continues..... To penetrate through To the very soul And render it bare Yet still. Yet still The tears of sadness, joy and fear Roll down the cheeks Of the harlequin Standing stolidly on the courtroom floor. Providing those all around With profound, meaningless pathos; Mirth and enlightened insight To this conjurer of fools. Yet what do they know? Only those who have heard the echo. Scrambled aimlessly In the unforgiving void (Caused by themselves Or someone else... Does it truly, really matter???) Only those who've been there And watched their world torn asunder Will appreciate the jester's plight A hollow laugh reverberates Through the empty chambers Of a million broken hearts. Clowns and kings and courtiers Bow lowly to your show For those who will never understand There's no need to let them know. So let them watch and be there Play kindly to them all But despite the whispers, taunts and gibes Never falter, fail or fall Stand proud, alert and happy Use those echoes as your tools To use when in the public "court" Allow the fool to fool the fools.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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Date: 11/28/2015 10:49:00 PM
Thomas, :) Congratulations on having your poem featured on the soups, Home Page. ~SKAT LOVE~
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Date: 11/25/2015 7:52:00 PM
This is one fine piece of work. Well done :D
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