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Tom Clark Poem
Raining again, it
sounds against the tin above;
I listen alone.
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Tom Clark Poem
This used to be home.
The warm, roaring fire kept us safe
and rocked us asleep.
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Tom Clark Poem
Down the shore road
swinging sweetly, so sweetly
as the gravel flew away
Do you remember?
There came a time, dear
when the sea rose above
and away we all fell under the dying moon
I cried, I did
Those kisses pulled me deeper though
..still sweet, oh so bittersweet..
Butterflies bequeath
Down the shore road
swinging sweetly, so sweetly
we were happy once... remember?
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Tom Clark Poem
slowly it unravels
strings falling apart
going this way and that
such a multitude of colors
before me
yarn falling to and fro
surrounding this form
twisting slowly round this corpse
such a wonderous sight
before my dim eyes
slowly, it drifts away
away from my shaking hands
and my aching heart
like snow it drifts
..like snow...
lazily, it expands into the twilight
filling the dark corners in front
with fleeting glimpses of beauty
and then is gone
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