The Poet and The Clown


The poet renders silence into sound

From down, from down

So deep within himself

That often only woes

Well up into words.

The clown, the clown

Turns tears to laughter

Leaps up, spins around

And banishes the spell that held us bound

The truth,

The truth is both or neither,

Who can tell?

Who knows what or which

Or what wizened wicked witch -

Or was it wise old wizard -

Cast that spell?

(Or was it wicked wizard and wise old witch? – Mr Correct)


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