Blank Canvas

                                                 Blank powdered canvas upon face, 
Carve a blood smile from ear to ear,                      Hide the sorrowful grimace that has awoken. 
Infuse watching eyes with beaming color,           Conceal the tears of a melancholic day. 
Articulate brow high and proud,                              Modify the appearance of a distressed line. 
                                      Can't vanish this veil that covers the face, 
                                      That obscures the vision of a troubled man.

Reviews

[Blue]

I don't like clowns, actually. They look creepy with their heavy make-up on. Also, when I was a child, I had watched horror movies featuring clowns who ruthlessly murder kids. I guess that has triggered my dislike toward them.

This dark and powerful poem aroused my empathy toward clowns because after all, they are like me, like us--humans.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

clowns usually are hiding some kind of sorrow...

i saw the false face here...the blood smile...but it can't hide the tears...

another really good poem from you, but i would leave out the author's note...because this poem could be relatable in many ways...and explanations really narrow the focus for the reader and close doors that otherwise would open..

i was glad i read it before i saw the author's note...because i related in a different way to it..nevertheless i related..and that makes it universal if any reader can see something.

[Glen Yumang Manese]

This is different from the first read...and give more to the reader in terms...you're describing the face behind the mask...I see you even get a bit creative with design of this one...

[Great Aunt Astri]

Interesting. The words do make sense. Aren't we all a bit like your 'clown'?