Arietta

Arietta

A Poem by Wilyem Clark

Some of us are silent poets,
And some spill guts on the guttered streets
In ritualistic thoroughbred rants,
In sonic booming decibel-bursts,
Competing with the other riffers--
(That snare drum's rattle is less annoying,
Yet there can be but one true prophet!)--
To catch the mellow rube off guard,
Yank him into tormented spheres,
Share daft dimensions and dementias,
Grift a buck, beg for mercy,
And if not mercy, then resignation.

© 2024 Wilyem Clark


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Added on May 30, 2024
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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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