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Jester's Court

by David R Spellman

all the troubadours
have left me 
standing alone, here
the crowd gathers
seeking more
but none come forth
providing their appeasement
their gazes cast
the joker
his past laid bare,
his last lair left
open to his peers
present none
who have walked
his years
yet all can seem
to forgive the fears
the last laugh
and all the cares
of a world
of all its tears


Posted on 01/28/2008
Copyright © 2024 David R Spellman

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/28/08 at 03:41 AM

Great language, especially in the last few lines. A pleasure, as always, man.

Posted by Charles E Minshall on 01/30/08 at 01:52 AM

Well done Dave....Char.Min

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 04/07/08 at 12:37 AM

Poignant, haunting, a reflection of a life perhaps less of joy than of tears.

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