Deciding which is more powerful, the Forward, or the verses
of the journal, is subjective. The poems expose the deepest of inner pain
suffered by the author over a specific period. The Forward is preparation for
the emotional ride.
Relating to ninety percent of Derek’s personal hell may be
the reason his words hit home. The poems
are moving and evocative. After reading each one, and choosing a favorite, I
would change my mind as I read the next entry.
‘The Clown’ is an outstanding piece of writing. A poem that
will linger in your heart, as it will forever in mine. I have substituted the
word ‘woman’ for ‘man’ and the matching pronouns for personalization. Including
the poem in this review, I urge you to do the same to appreciate. After reading ‘The Clown’, there’s no doubt
you will crave Loss, Limbo, Life and Love: A Poetic Journal by Derek Haines.
The Clown
Everybody’s happy, I’m everybody’s clown,
I always wear my
smiling face, even when I’m feeling down.
No one sees the tears
I shed, every single day,
“Make me smile, I’m
feeling sad”, all the world does say.
And so I make them laugh, and warm them from within,
They all think they
love the clown, but I let no one in.
My grease paint
smile, always there, for that is all they see,
Everybody loves the
clown, but no one will love me.
It’s not because some haven’t tried, but they have tried in
vain.
I am so unsure that I
can love, without causing pain.
The gift of love is
the power to hurt, and so hurt, I must be,
That now I flinch in
fear almost, when love approaches me
I crave the warmth a woman brings, as any man would do,
But lying deep within
me, is the fear I will hurt you.
So if you want the
man that lies beneath the wide smile charm,
Be prepared to bring
with you, a very soothing balm.
For it will take a woman, with patience, warmth and care,
To wipe away the
grease paint smile, and find me under there.
And when she finds
the man I am, and sees the wounds I bear,
Will she have the
courage, to take me in her care?
And will I have the strength I need, and trueness to the
core?
To return her love
and care, and make her all I’ll live for.
I live in hope that
just maybe, this special woman lives,
And we can share the
happiness, that true love always gives.
Alas, I fear I’ll never find the happiness I seek,
I lick my wounds but always find a reason to be weak.
So anytime I hear the words, “Oh My Clown, I love you.”
I cringe and find my hiding place, then run to somewhere
new.
Written by Derek Haines