UntitledA Poem by Wilyem Clark
You don't have to "know" me,
My words stand on their own; And if you misinterpret them? Too bad--the seeds are sown, And how they tend to sprout and spread, I cannot hope to manage, Nor can I choose my harvesters . . . A two-edged disadvantage. © 2018 Wilyem Clark |
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Added on December 21, 2018 Last Updated on December 21, 2018 AuthorWilyem ClarkWashington, DCAboutI'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..Writing
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