Heyoka

poem by: Smokey Wraith
Written on Feb 25, 2018 

Something stirs
In the clouds
Lightning cracks
Strong and loud
One man stands
Amidst the storm
Drenched in rain
Hardly warm
Shivering weak
He looks above
There descending
Like a dove 
A giant figure 
Like a bird
Flaps of wings
Can be heard
Time stops moving
The storm dies out
The clouds part
And the sun comes out
The man is different
From up and down
No longer man
A sacred clown

 

Tags: Dark, Imagery,

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A previous user commented on Feb 25, 2018 at 9:48am
Hmmm, A story of metamorphosis. "A sacred Clown"... Is this what he wanted? how he views himself or how others view him? That's the only part I think didn't really fit. Maybe you're talking about Kanye West? or Donald Trump? Maybe even a comedian? Or maybe the fool of a relationship that has ended?... Sorry Smokey, I really can't tell what the end is about. Good poem though. I enjoyed it :)
R.T. Aquinas commented on Feb 25, 2018 at 9:53am
I enjoyed the poem, but got a little confused about the sacred clown.
Frank Hornby . commented on Feb 25, 2018 at 1:35pm
Lovely poem Smokey........I used to love (still do)....the Sioux, Apache natives of North America.......hated them being exploited by the early white settlers......✌🏻...
Smokey Wraith commented on Feb 25, 2018 at 4:38pm
To those confused about the sacred clown part. Do a little research on Heyokas and their relationships with the Thunderbirds that's what this poems about
A previous user commented on Feb 25, 2018 at 6:49pm
OMG, Why did I not know about these people? I love how much you can learn by reading poetry. Thank you, guys. I think I might be a hayoka. I'm definately a clown. Either way, I just found my new user name. PTSD is so Cliche.
James Farley commented on Mar 24, 2018 at 11:53pm
Interesting
Dinesh Chauhan commented on Mar 26, 2018 at 5:33am
awesome poem
Yuki Kim commented on Mar 28, 2018 at 7:28am
Awesome!
Dinesh Chauhan commented on Mar 29, 2018 at 5:09am
nice use of expressions
A previous user commented on Apr 18, 2019 at 1:11pm
Not enough people being hit by lightning these days ;)
Denny Cook Holmes commented on Nov 17, 2019 at 8:15pm
I like this poem a lot although I would tag it sacred imagery rather than dark. Very nice thank you

 

 

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