My Cirque De La Nuit!

My Cirque De La Nuit!

A Poem by andrew mitchell

When the clown
separates from myself.
His laughter echoes from
fairground Ferris-wheel high,
each cup on wheel,
a thought contained, circles.

I juggle words with
ease, tossed high
Falling on lion's roar.
Within the boundaries:
My circus of dreams nearby.
  
While my carousel of thoughts:
gone wild, riding the undulations
of life.....  go round and round
travel, gathering momentum.

The spotlights bright
shining tight-rope high.
Balanced are my dreams;
on my trapeze , my thoughts
dangling,....... are released.

In aerial acrobatic 
display of thoughts;
free-fall cartwheels flow
Into somersaults spin free.
My thoughts, my dreams........ fly free ....  fly free!

Dreams on balloons near carousel,
by the side-stalls set free;
fly high with colour
roam the heavens,
over my circus flag:
A Rainbow!

On Sultan's swing
outside I sit, eyes grazing
on sparkling dots
that litter the blackened skies.

I catch my thoughts...... 
My circus of the night!
My "Cirque De La Nuit"
In my circus of thoughts
in thought.....
I slide down my rainbow!

© 2016 andrew mitchell


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Waw
I can picture the circus of thoughts

A fun poem
Filled with movement and jumping
A burst of positive energy

Love it Andrew

Posted 9 Years Ago


Agree with everything Anto says here Andrew. This is a wonderful write and the theme and the flow between stanzas is seamlessly progressed. It's all that we hold inside writ large.

Beccy.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

andrew mitchell

9 Years Ago

Wow!! Beccy I thank you for such a lovely review.
Excellent piece Andrew - what superb imagery and the whole feel of it is like a cranial carnival for the reader. Theres that dark horse peeking out.
Very impressive writing my friend.

Posted 9 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

9 Years Ago

well gee thinks we are both daft!! I mean, how true is that!!! lol
ANTO

9 Years Ago

Haha - thats the the pot calling the kettle and the coal-shuttle black - I cant whistle so you know .. read more
andrew mitchell

9 Years Ago

lol let me think.........lol...................Yep Its fun being daft

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