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A 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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The fire never dies so long as truth stays lit within and expressed freely without. Very nice writing, thank you for sharing.

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Wilyem Clark
Wilyem Clark

Washington, DC



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I'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..

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