No Other Will Ever ComeA Poem by Wilyem Clark
The days slicker by, and the obvious
Must be stated. Upon pages past The foraging has been chronicled, And it seems no withery berries remain For this misanthrope to harvest. There was, at first, the hope for one, One outstanding, superior, And incontestable; but now It's clear, the evidence is in, The scrounge can cease, though The cupboard's still bare. The river's gone hard--its waters are shale; The pinnacle sags atop gravity's pyre; A conversation that should have commenced Years ago has sewn up Lips that yearned to be parted. Goodbye, fair soul, whoever you were! I await you no longer. Should you happen to see me On the street, in a lobby, And recognize, perhaps, A ballad untrolled, Do not listen too closely To that fainthearted melody-- Love is nothing more than an empty mold. © 2021 Wilyem Clark |
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Added on February 19, 2021 Last Updated on February 19, 2021 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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