This Friend of MineA Poem by Wilyem Clark
His brain is tuned a little too high
And sensitive; The chroma-chords that twangle there Can be jarring and jitter-shot. He's a colorful bird of fickle plumage, First a peacock, then a grouse, That flitters through hazards haphazardly, Losing a feather now and again While gliding at dignified altitudes. His raucous macaw caws awaken the dead; They glance at him, and, stupefied, Resume their stony slumbers. A workaholic to the bone: When unengaged or unamused, He's restive, doesn't know what to do. A procrastinator throughout the day, Come after-dark he'll settle down And tend to matters exigent Whose deadlines ride in with the dawn. Reliably distracting, consistently confounding, He was the jester for a court In olden times, a prior life, Before his king beheaded him. © 2022 Wilyem Clark |
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Added on December 2, 2022 Last Updated on December 2, 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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