Only Dreams – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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Lisa at dVerse has invited us to write a poem using the word (or derivative of) clown. dVerse Poets – Poetics – Clowning Around

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“Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country.” Anais Nin

Only Dreams

We were agog in teens town,
all oxford bags and platforms
and we knew that the answers were
always at the back of the book,
there were no questions then,
only dreams to be made true,
including Romy, but she left the
party early, restless as always,
"Mate, don't be a clown, go after her"
they urged as if it were a sport,
but if it were the rules were unclear,
and I knew that her street smarts
would expose my innocent bravado,
so I clowned inside.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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