UntitledA Poem by Wilyem Clark
My lovers are my children:
One by one they are born out of stardust, Ignite and burn fiercely for a time, Then cool and dim, Lose mass and cohesion, drift out of orbit And away from my gravitational center. Through my telescope I may glimpse them wandering-- There, in the far-off, unlit regions, They occult more distant nebulae, As shadows mask shadows and darksky nights Obliterate shadings' subtleties. Their trajectories are their own, and I have no business Bemoaning their wayward propensities, For the heavens are rich with the woeful clashes Of bodies that do not separate But spiral inwardly until They meet their emotional deaths. © 2021 Wilyem Clark |
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1 Review Added on April 30, 2021 Last Updated on April 30, 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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