UntitledA 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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Added on December 4, 2023 Last Updated on December 4, 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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