The Acrobat

she is leaving
she is on the edge of farewell

he moves around his doubts
as the smoke in the pits

melancholy is the stuff
covering his bones,
but it is in there
he is corroded
so the cold is not appeased

He has no shortage of nice dreams
and his grip was already safe

but an acrobat is an utopia
the tightrope is like a hem
and the abyss is what follows.

 
Danilo Breschi
Poet of the Month April 2016

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2 thoughts on “The Acrobat

  1. Patsy Vandergriff says:

    Danilo Breschi, one word, great, as always! Deep sadness, reoccurring it seems. Falling into a darkness but bouncing back with security in his dreams…

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  2. Patsy Vandergriff says:

    Danilo Breschi, one word, great as always! Deep sadness, reoccurring it seems. Falling into a darkness but bouncing back with security in his dreams…

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