In his eyes he’s a clown,
the one who makes them laugh,
makes them forget their flaws,
their worries, at least for awhile.
He is the scapegoat who makes
everyone feel good about themselves.
In their eyes, he’s a cheap thrill
A buffoon in make-up and big shoes
who’s lucky they are so generous
with their laughter.
Anyone can do his job.
He’s quickly forgotten
as they leave the tent.
In her eyes, he’s a sad sack
laughing on the outside but
she knows different. She
knows because she’s spurned
his unwavering, desperate love
for forever. “What idiot
would put up with my cruelty
for a decade?” she asks her
chubby bearded face in the mirror.
But in Buddy’s eyes, there now
is another matter. Buddy sits
and stays. Buddy listens.
Buddy knows everything.
To Buddy, he is a god –
and living proof god exists.
Shay is today’s host at The Sunday Muse. Shay says:
This week’s offering is an artwork in the “naive” style by artist Guido Vedovato. This one is entitled “Self-Portrait With Accordion.” Take a look, write a poem, link, visit, enjoy!
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Love this! Very cool poem! ❤
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🙂 Thank you!
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Such is the faithful love of a dog. I miss my Edgrrr so! This is wonderful Lisa… 🙂
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I miss my Chaun also. Thanks much, Rob.
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I love the different eye views painted here Lisa! Perfect for a self portrait! Brilliant!
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Thanks, Carrie 🙂
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Buddy sees past the flaws, and loves him still. Buddys are funny that way.
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Thank you, Beverly 🙂
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Very lovely poem 👌🌷 happy Sunday 🙏🌷😊
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Thank you 🙂
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So welcome 🌹🙏🌹
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Beautiful take. So heartfelt.
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Thank you, Sadje.
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You’re welcome ☺️
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LoL @ the cruel bearded lady! And yay for Buddy, true blue pal!
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Thanks, Shay!
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That was really good…kinda sad but really good.
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Thank you, Max. It’s what I saw in the picture.
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Guess Buddy has it all. The miles if road and his master’s music
Good Sunday
Much❤love
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I think you’re right, Gillena. Happy Sunday.
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Very sad, but lifted up some at the end.
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Thank you, Peppermint.
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Life on the road, under the tent ~~ not for the feint of heart .. except for Buddy the Dog who sees all, knows all. I love your poem.
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Thank you, Helen.
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That last line was a punch in the gut…masterful.
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Wyndolynne, thank you and glad you connected with the story.
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Thank heaven for Buddy. Smiles.
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🙂
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You capture the carnival feel of life, its thrills and its gutting disappointments, and also the glow of a disinterested love that is absolute. Perspective is everything here.
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Thank you for your wonderful feedback.
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