She found herself nervous,
though she'd prepared her whole life
for the big-topped circus,
performing with a sharpened knife.
Some spat fire
like dragons on a pedestal,
and the flames climbed higher,
licking the best of all.
Like a comical story,
the elephants rolled their massive feet
over the painted pink ball,
and chortles filled the tent,
laughing at the dumb mammal,
and wasted energy it spent.
The trapeze,
like a lazy pendulum,
swung to and fro with ease,
the release like a quiet hum.
Ringmaster Zero
waved his baton,
like the cape of a hero,
and the highlight came on.
The girl,
painted to perfection,
with the frills and curls
of a talented performer.
She took the knives,
two in the hand, one between her teeth.
Zoro-like lost in the sea of faces,
juggled and tossed them like leaves
of an auburn red
that turns to autumn dead.
They slip in her hand
blood oozing red like dawn,
but still she will stand,
for the show must go on.
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Abstracted
PoetryAbstracted is a collection of poems that I have written since 2014. Thank you for giving it a try, since I know that poems are sometimes hard to read. I hope you like them!
