Friday, September 21, 2018

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For Open Link Night, my response is to Tuesday's circus prompt. Instantly I thought of Fellini's movie, La Strada, with Anthony Quinn and Fellini's wife.  I wanted to express how fond I am of his work with a poem, not just a synopsis.   dversepoets


Fellini parade


Townspeople gather
to watch the strongman in chains,
and his waif partner,
perform under soft pink skies.
Traveling circus of two,
clown noses, drum beats,
she sounds the rousing
language of a trumpet, plays
meek foil to his brutish strength,
intuitively -
her purpose as wife.

Yet she he taunts and teases,
abandons at night.
Unknown to his foolish heart,
she's admired by another
walking a high wire.
He does not recognize
his desire till she is gone.
Dreams sustained by a face round
fade, the spirit gone
from her rag tag eyes.

Her childish loyalty is
no more,
the fantasy and magic,
gone.
Ultimately - he
crawls in agony
on the empty windswept beach.
Snow falls quietly
on the ocean where
there are no answers,
he weeps
and dies in the sand
alone...



10 comments:

  1. I like the ending about dying in the sand alone and the description of the possibilities that did not materialize earlier.

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  2. Life is so full of contrasts! Such lonely twilight hours of an entertainer is rather tragic. Beautifully put.

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  3. oh my - what a story - and that ending caught me off guard... sad isn't it.. think i have to check out that movie. how's life at your shore kathy?

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    1. I thought sure most have seen it...he put so much of himself into his movies, he had nervous breakdowns.
      Life is up and down, in and out, but it's good, thanks. The sea air keeps me going strong. How about you, Claudia, and what is the best way to follow you?

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  4. An interesting and tragic story that could parallel so many others...unfortunately.

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  5. Oh that title... he sure made the world resemble a circus... and many times hiding the death in the end.

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  6. Entropy gits us all in the end, heartbroken or otherwise. Sad for broken hearts though.

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  7. Ah, so sad a sadder. But it is sadder that people fail to recognize the treasure they have until the treasure is gone.

    Best regards, Imelda

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