UntitledA Poem by Wilyem Clark
Profundity is not my strength;
I bark out weakling raves, And like a partisan I sneer At peacock-feathered knaves. I'm easily derailed and roiled By tides until I'm numbed, And so, in final reckonings, My game is zero-summed. © 2020 Wilyem Clark |
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Added on November 18, 2020 Last Updated on November 18, 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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