Three distinct rings– love, hope, faith
we watch, suspend our fears in the future
as clowns cavort and lions roar. will it be enough
Some walk a tightrope as the world tilts and whirls
waiting for applause, we want joy and laughter
but some hang in mid-air hoping there’s a safety net
still waiting to be caught knowing we may plummet
Sarah is hosting dVerse tonight, and she has asked us to write a poem about the circus. I am not really a circus fan, but to make up for that, I wrote this cleave poem, which is three poems in one. And then I found this Degas painting.