Sunday, April 05, 2015

Poetry Month Challenge Day Four Carnival


In the town square
In the midst of dancing crowd
Lovers dressed in fancy gowns
One lone woman, frail and bent
Dressed in black
Shoes browned
Unmindful of loud drum everywhere
She swung, tangoed on her toes
Round and round
A string of holy beads swayed
Between her bony fingers
Thoughts lost in distant land
Eyes closed, serene and proud
She danced alone in nirvana bout

Nobody saw her invisible clown


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