1967, Marc Chagall
" Ahh the memories, all the laughter!" He held his hand up
as if to share a secret. "It has declined- sad to say-
small Circus's have faded away!" He held up a photograph
of two people - bouquet of flowers and a chicken between them.
" My parents, back when I was young and you could raise a child
here-" He wiped a tear away. "No more."He sighed a big sigh.
" I am the last of a line, when I die-" He sliced the air with one hand
and rested it on his heart- " It is all over, under this tent-"
13 comments:
oh so full of emotion in this one...sad to see those family lines come to an end you know...and a circus too...flowers and a chicken between them..smiles...
Yes, very sad how things change... but the memories remain.
Nifty treatment. I like the way you've worked the rhyme through.
You captured the sadness so beautifully here, and in a brief write. Well done. It made me feel the emotion.
I could feel the loss.
La tristesse.
"/
Poor old clown - last of the line! Good job we're here to clown around instead! LOL
That's a poignant tale..poor old guy..well done..
very perceptive-
Oh, so true. Well captured!
Small things have sadly been overtaken by the mega...
Love the simplicity of "flowers and chicken between them". Yes, I can see this and feel this from the painting. Well done.
hope you are having a great weekend!
Izzie, well done. Thank you.
I have another title for your poem:
"END OF THE LINE? MAYBE NOT!"
Great weekend to you!
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