Real WritersA Poem by Wilyem Clark
Real writers aren't afraid of death;
They cantillate aureate odes to it, Anthems of pain laced with jubilance. They don't hide behind their video cams And shake a dozen virtual hands, Leery of flesh and bacteria. They don't shy away from public fora, Repelled by suspicions of airborne disease, And retreat to zoomy electropixed rooms, Packed to the margins with talking heads. Real writers confront; real writers correct; They kick up their heels, gollyromp through reels, And step to the fore to defend camaraderie. Thrilled by the present, they crow and converse And commune with boldness; Then, armed with eloquent trowels and hoes, They uproot and denounce all cowardice, Hubris, deceit, and prudery-- The vainglory vices that hacks are heir to. © 2023 Wilyem Clark |
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Added on January 12, 2023 Last Updated on January 12, 2023 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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