Poem: Clown in a Hazmat Suit

Clown in a hazmat suit.

Eyes wide open.

Cheeks rosy red.

A wide toothed grin.

Laughing without sound.

Invisible to the world.

Red nose obscured.

Clown in a hazmat suit.

10 thoughts on “Poem: Clown in a Hazmat Suit

      1. My take on it –

        It could be a comment on how children are treated now – everything that used to be fun is now so protected. I also see it as one fear masking another. The obvious fear (hazmat) masks the one that only affects some people.

        Also the line laughing without sound can be both a sign of something being so funny you laugh with no sound or it could be that the laughter is muted or silenced by the external…

        I love looking for meaning in words and poetry, if you don’t want me to share in so much detail please tell me. ok?

    1. No that’s great! I just wish I was that clever while writing it!

      I love the ambiguity poetry provides. It lets people put their own meaning on it, much like some song lyrics do (U2 in particular, but that could just be my own bias talking).

      1. I love ambivalence and ambiguity. I love not being sure of what I’ve read and how it can change depending on my mood and the day etc.

        I hope you’re going to join up with Lyrical Sunday when I start it back up again! It’s great practise!!

      1. My take on it –

        It could be a comment on how children are treated now – everything that used to be fun is now so protected. I also see it as one fear masking another. The obvious fear (hazmat) masks the one that only affects some people.

        Also the line laughing without sound can be both a sign of something being so funny you laugh with no sound or it could be that the laughter is muted or silenced by the external…

        I love looking for meaning in words and poetry, if you don’t want me to share in so much detail please tell me. ok?

    1. No that’s great! I just wish I was that clever while writing it!

      I love the ambiguity poetry provides. It lets people put their own meaning on it, much like some song lyrics do (U2 in particular, but that could just be my own bias talking).

      1. I love ambivalence and ambiguity. I love not being sure of what I’ve read and how it can change depending on my mood and the day etc.

        I hope you’re going to join up with Lyrical Sunday when I start it back up again! It’s great practise!!

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