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A Poem by Wilyem Clark

A house with no mirrors
Will famish an ego;
The soul must provide for
Its issue alone.
The nurturing juices
Of deep understanding
Will not be forthcoming;
These offspring are lean.
The art of reflection--
Within or transpiercing--
Is foreign to one who
Has sealed all the doors.
A house with no mirrors
Can never be questioned,
Can never be mocked by
Obliquitous bores.

© 2023 Wilyem Clark


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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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