Send in the Clowns for Magpie #259
Garish red lips beckon seductively,
Collecting supplicants hither and yon.
Always taking, never giving, empty.
Bon vivant pretender, disguised still;
Costumes, veil, egos hide insecurity.
Not tonight, I'll spend my tokens elsewhere.
posted by rel at 7:02 PM
28 Comments:
ha! i just loved the ending :D
I can relate to the last sentence!
Very funny and wise denouement
Sharp and quite pleasing; well done.
...and I don't blame you - I'd do the same!
... love we went in similar directions with the challenge! Great write, spare yet packing quite a punch.
good !
Great idea, I'm with you too!
Sometimes it's best to leave those tokens unspent.
luv the shift of the last line
http://myblog-verses.blogspot.com/2015/02/27.html
much love...
Nice. I'm terrified of clowns, so I totally get this.
I'd be off elsewhere, too!
Run away...
agreeable.
hopeful.
egos are inner doubts,
this line does make sense.
In a very sad (but true) way, your poem reminds me of dear Robin Williams. Such smiles, such a gift for evoking laughter... such sadness where it counts.
My Magpie entry
spending tokens else where, that's an option which works without changing the masters.
powerful.
there is always dust to collect,
amazing poetry.
a clever take on that image.
fooling around is sad and hurting,
but we are all fools and being fooled at the same time.
short lines, powerful message.
lighten up, see the day.
cheers.
perfect!!!!!!!!!!!
perfect.
powerful one.
perfect.
glad to see the flip side of the game.
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