Splendid StarsA Poem by Wilyem Clark
The splendid stars, the fragrant trees
That cense the atmosphere, make some folks wheeze, And others sneeze . . . Spring fever affects us in various ways, It can cripple a workforce for several days With torments of antipathetic suffusion, While the rest of us revel in the illusion Of cyclical rebirth ever on end, Our youth recaptured, old wounds on the mend, A span of continuous strainings and heavings Spent idly pursuing our daydreamy weavings. For a week or two, we're convinced, we're ecstatic, Overcome with nostalgia and visions dramatic, But that grove of magnolias knows better, I fear: One sickens and dies nearly every year. © 2023 Wilyem Clark |
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Added on March 2, 2023 Last Updated on March 2, 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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