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Poetry Corner

March 30, 2009 by Pepperdine Graphic

The circus is in town tonight

Come; it’s a one-night fantasy.

All ages are welcome but come with the mind of a child

Whose imaginative escape can conjure the Edens of Neverland.

It flutters on every possibility of innocent bliss

Taking paths as straight as a falling feather.

Come and see the cavalcade of entertainers

Big-eyed performers at the electrically dazing carnival.

Three rings will host a frenzy of masses in movement.

Feel the tribal syncopation

That builds with rhythmic synergism and resonates through your bones.

The bass will hum the strum of the drums;

The floor will be beat with the sweep of feet.

The circus is an oddity show and all are invited to perform

Alongside the dancers whose feet belong to a trained ballerina

Gracing the tight rope with her footwork.

Watch the jugglers who play with stars;

They will cross your eyes with a barrage of lights

As they explode into a supernova the size of an arm span.

The audience loves you here

And you are a fan of your biggest admirers.

The circus is in town tonight

But take care to leave when the fluorescent lights switch on.

The embrace of your fans is illusive and temporary.

They are enchanted in a trance of lucid realities-

Translucent canvases for utopias that only a child is na’ve enough to finger paint.

Their hands are stained with hope

While innocence blindfolds their bright eyes.

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