The pink
Is riding the ochre
The pink is a saint
We know this by the halo
He’s also a juggler
And even if his clubs
Fall
They never reach the ground
Just like him
The drawing lines
Try to be
A judge
A piano
A horse
A boat in Venice
To make the people laugh
Going forward
He looks at us
The watchers in the air
Who know
That nothing is happening
At all
And this is why
We laugh
Like children.
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This made my day =)
Light-hearted & full of energy.
May we all find our pink & ocher today and re-learn to float on the folly of it all
Terrific imagery and super flowing verse
Such a lovely prompt for the day
Thank you
Thanks so much, Joni.
likI like this form the reading takes. Poetic,fluidic, narration of a child-like experience with transparency leading to the laughter of unmasking.