This poem was written for my youngest daughter, Becky, a grown woman-child who collects clown memorabilia. It came to me as the result of a long telephone conversation as she tried to explain her fascinations with a phenomenon that had long ago lost its fantasy for me.
I selected a very specific type of clown for the subject of my poem, the silent and outwardly sad-faced mime. But the poem isn't about mimes. Or even clowns. This poem is about the beauty of child-like laughter, and the joy a grown woman can still find its pursuit.
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I always have loved Mimes and never quite knew why. This poem give a plausable answer. For those of us who still have managed to hang onto child-like wonder, while being adults, mimes and clowns are one of the bridges between the two worlds. Thank you Mr Carnell for writing this insightful poem.
Roure
Simple, fresh, it looks like the mime is here on the webpage! Bravo!
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