How symbolic!

The epitaph of a broken dream

was spread by the Jester's tear

when the voice of the verse

was no longer heard

pronounced dead

within its own elegy

while the shadow of the night

laments in minds sleeping.

In a corner of one's mind

the jester sits in

the historical moment

not laughing or

entertaining the thought.

Reviews

[Alfred Kukitz]

Quite the opening lines Andrew! As I followed narrative blessed my naked eyes.

Regards,
Al

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you Al.

[Coyote Poetry]

Even the Jester learn. Not enough laughter and he questions the meaning of life. Thank you Andrew for sharing your amazing words and thoughts.
Coyote

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you John. Cheers.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Andrew.