UntitledA Poem by Wilyem Clark
This key doesn't fit in any lock,
This peg won't slide into holes in the block; This actor's miscast in every play, This dithery pilot has lost his way. * But the key, I think, may open a mind, The peg may allow a kite's spool to unwind; The actor may author a wonderful drama, While the pilot may true his course dressed as a lama. © 2022 Wilyem Clark |
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Added on November 11, 2022 Last Updated on November 11, 2022 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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