Poetry

Where Are The Clowns?

They might just be able to put a smile on my weary dial.

Misery, a sad melody with mournful violins. Inner chords are inconsonant, out-of-tune harmonies.

the physical vessel’s weaknesses are wearing the soul down. A dripping tap that sparks rage the memories caught in my throat.

the body is reacting feeling miserable and warm. Why, oh why, this constant onslaught grinding happiness away?

Send in the clowns, their tricks and jolliness will lift one’s spirit into the sky. Swinging with trapeze artists high —

if only for a moment in time.

Where are the clowns? They are needed today, a smile on my weary dial. a distracting circus.

There is no-one to uplift my soul. The phone’s quiet, social media too —

Misery, an out-of-tune melody of pouting, moaning, and mourning. Cognitive and physical dissonance — the inharmonious out-of-sync tune for today, send in the clowns, but will it be wise?

Will they be able to restore balance and harmony?

Author’s note:

This poem is inspired by Jonny Masters’ Poetry Playground’s prompt linked below.

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