For Robin Williams – a little late
hidden
behind his happy mask
a loner
posing
as an extrovert
lost
in a superficial world
that prizes aggressiveness
out-going panache
efficiency
conformity
did he look in the mirror
of lying reflections
and listen to the music
of the clown
who laughs – through his tears,
so the whole world
could laugh at him
feeling uplifted …
yet his soul
tattered and shredded
drowned in depression
and alone he left
this world
in tears.
© G.s.k. ‘15
Oh gosh, powerful. I still don’t understand why there wasn’t a better option–seems like someone should have noticed, been able to help…
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I wondered if perhaps he’d given all his happiness to the world, leaving nothing for himself (I think weird things sometimes) .. people around him must have known … the tragedy is no one knew how to help him.
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Not a weird thought at all–sometimes we do that, give everything we’ve got to others….nothing left inside. And it’s true that most of the time, people don’t know how to help–I have such a difficult time with that concept, as it seems simple enough to just say, “you don’t seem okay, how can I help?” In the end, I realize, the choice is our own–maybe he was just “Done”. I’ve been there.
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A profound comment J … and perhaps as you say, one just arrives at the moment when it’s time to go … so sad anyway … I know that it’s difficult to help someone in these situations .. the motivation to move on is so hard to find sometimes. I was there many many years ago … not a place I’d visit again if I can avoid it.
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I’m certainly no “seer”, but I recall hearing news a week or so prior to his death, that he was planning to return to rehab–and having a very ominous feeling; not specifically that he’d commit suicide, but just a strong “this isn’t good” feeling. So, I wasn’t surprised when his death was announced–it was a terrible confirmation of what I’d felt. Very sad.
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Ah .. I’d only known after the fact that he’d in fact had that problem in the past … and perhaps in his last days. ..
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Wonderful tribute …. isn’t it strange, when he was in motion you didn’t notice the pain in his eyes. But his still photos always seemed a bit “off”. Such a huge loss ….
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I agree … I really felt so bad when I discovered he was no longer with us .. such a loss .. but I wonder how many ever really knew who he was … and so when I began to write the mask prompt this came up.
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Probably no one knew him …. sigh …..
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That’s the problem with masks my dear …
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Excellent contribution Georgia to this weeks Tale Weaver. He was certainly a man of masks…..Thanks for being part of the Tale Weaver…
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I couldn’t resist the mask – and he came to mind as I was writing the poem (and of course Pagliaccio of the Rigoletto) .. so many people wear masks that cover so many different realities .. thanks for reading and commenting.
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Some use laughter to try and hide their tears. Just because we smile, doesn’t mean we are happy. An excellent tribute to a very complex man.
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How very true this is … dearest Phylor … how very true. Thanks for reading and commenting.
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Really fitting tribute. It’s amazing how he stays in the public consciousness. There are so many lessons in his life and his death!
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True on all counts … glad you found it a fitting tribute .. I was fascinated by him from the first time I saw him on Mork and Mindy .. when I heard he had died and how, I couldn’t help but think of the movie he’d made entitled: Where Dreams May Come …
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Yes.
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Honor is always ‘On Time’ anytime.
A heartfelt tribute…
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Thank you Jules … from my heart.
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