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A Poem by Wilyem Clark

Onions usually don't make me cry,
But today, while slicing a purple bulb,
I sobbed like a widower on hearing the news
That his children, too, have perished.
The potency of these globes of grief
Varies from allium to allium.

© 2017 Wilyem Clark


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Wilyem Clark
Wilyem Clark

Washington, DC



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I've been writing poems since my teens (now in my 60s) and prose since the 1990s. It's been hard finding decent forums online--the free websites too often suffer sudden deaths. My "published" works ar.. more..

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