tiny eyes twinkled in darkness of my psyche -innocent laughter long long after they left They laughed at my ignorance the newest fool in town they knew not where I came from my language was alien my attire strange to their limited vision Then on… I donned many colours spun new stories from my embellished hat they enjoy I’m happy at long last… they’ve learnt to pay for it
Excellent.
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Thanks a lot!
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My pleasure.
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Reblogged this on Sharing Thoughts and commented:
‘they enjoy
I’m happy
at long last…
they’ve learnt
to pay for it’
~ Reena Saxena
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Thank you!
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My pleasure.
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The opening stanza is an interesting introduction to the clown’s sensitivity and view of himself, Reena, eye-opening in its honesty, and the way he sees the children as having ‘limited vision – until the magic of the ‘embellished hat’, everyone seems happy, but I’m concerned about the final lines.
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As long as he earns his living, it should be fine with everyone 🙂 Thank you, Kim!
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that last line is such a brave and powerful closing. well done!
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Thank you so much! There are times we need to derive value out of what we mean to another.
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true!
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How delightful, an embellishment hat! We all could use one I think …..
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It could be the seventh hat for thinking 😀
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Sounds as if the “new stories from the embellished hat” won out. Just how they’re paying we’re left to ponder.
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Sounds as if the “new tales from the embellished hat” won out after all. Just how they’re paying, we’re left to ponder.
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Tickets to a circus, maybe, bought by those who listen to the yarn spun 😀
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Reena, am I imagining a dark undertone to this? The first stanza suggests a mental imbalance, and the last few lines make me wonder how “they’ve learnt pay for it.” My own dark shadows may be seeing something that isn’t there…
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The intent was to convey the clown’s response to kids laughing at him, when he is not in a happy frame of mind. But he learns to encash his ‘being different from the crowd’.
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Ah!
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Excellent!
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Thank you, Saania!
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This is excellent. My favorite:
“I donned many colours
spun new stories
from my embellished hat”
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Thank you so much!
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Thank you so much!
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I have always wondered about clowns…
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It could just be a way to earn a living, especially the vertically challenged.
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But they always seem so sad…
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