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!
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Added on May 20, 2015Last Updated on January 31, 2016 Authorandrew mitchelladelaide, AustraliaAboutStrindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more..Writing
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