ALL THE WORLD LOVES A CLOWN

The jolly joker, baggy pants and scant
patches of outrageous hair ; smiles and gags
abound. But nobody knows! Nobody knows.

And still, he’ll strap on his suspenders,
Seltzer water at the ready and a steady
Stream of laughs and guffaws, canned

And recorded for such times.
For his mind is a million miles away,
And all the pain does is slash at his heart.

His plaid jacket held together by one large button
It does not hold him tightly as he wished
He could hold his young daughter.

His tragedy feeds his comedy,
His funny side is the mask that hides
the tears of the clown. Only one wish –

that he could take his helium balloons
and allow them to float him to his little girl.
Separation takes its toll on all concerned.

The clown cajoles and entertains,
But no one ever sees his pain.
And their laughter does not heal him.

(C) Walter J Wojtanik -2020

dVerse Poets Pub – Poetics: Clowning Around

10 thoughts on “ALL THE WORLD LOVES A CLOWN

  1. Walter, I also see clowns as hiding sorrow. As they distract us with their antics they are crying inside. “Their laughter does not heal him.” is a sorrowful end.

    FYI, your Mr. Linky link goes back to the prompt page, and your link to the poem is in the comments section. You might want to see if you can link directly to your poem from Mr. Linky so your poem is seen?

  2. I love the layers you delve into in this piece. I always enjoy themes of masking sorrow with laughter and humor; it truly shows the tragedy someone is going through—and it’s realistic to read. Often, humor can be an escapism or a way to cope with our problems. Fascinating writing here and take on the prompt. It’s beautifully written.

  3. Beverly Crawford

    Ah, the tears of the clown. No doubt many a clown hides a heartache and a sad story. This was touchingly written!

  4. Your poem thoroughly explores the clown psyche, Walt, no holds barred. I don’t like clowns, they scare me, but I felt the pain of this one. The lines that broke my heart are:
    ‘His plaid jacket held together by one large button
    It does not hold him tightly as he wished
    He could hold his young daughter.’

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