The Ouster of LunacyA Poem by Wilyem Clark
(Written on the morning after Election Day, 2020.)
’Twas a squeak, not a roar-- Though it oughta been more, We will take our delights where we find them. With a dribbling tally, The virtuous rally, Pray their nightmarish days are behind them. Yet the pain in their guts Makes for troublesome "buts" That will harrow their lives and remind them That provincial hearts Will go on pitching darts And still nourish the grudges that blind them. © 2020 Wilyem Clark |
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1 Review Added on November 6, 2020 Last Updated on November 6, 2020 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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