The 16th Minute
What happens after the 15 minutes are over?
…and then it was all over.
Sudden as it began.
Momentary importance
Of momentous worth
Suddenly of no
Import.
The cameras went blind, the microphones deaf.
The media
(Traditional, social and antisocial)
They all found so fast
Something more or
Someone else to talk about.
The circus moved on.
The clown remained.
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...and every clown performs
The same
Act
Over and over
We all fall
Over and again
The only act
Of every clown
In the human circus:
Let’s hear it
For the Eternal Pratfall!
About the Creator
Roderick Makim
Read one too many adventure stories as a child and decided I'd make that my life.
I grew up on a cattle station in the Australian Outback and decided to spend the rest of my life seeing the rest of the world.
For more: www.roderickmakim.com
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Comments (4)
Loved your poem
I usually say "Not my circus, not my monkeys". And then I realised that I'm the clown. Loved your poem!
Great work! Awesome clown story!’
Send in the clowns! I love the play on "moment" and "import". Cool poem.