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June
2008
Words
a poem
by C. M. Clifton
Copyright © 2008 C. M. Clifton.
All rights reserved.
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Born where vampires are rumored to exist, C. M. Clifton lives among the bayous
where mosquitoes can be saddled and Spanish moss droops from oak trees.
Speculative and dark fiction are her favorite kinds of literature to read and
write. She also enjoys editing the webzines Grim Graffiti and Pen Pricks. She
invites you to visit her personal site at www.geocities.com/black_ink_tales if
interested in learning more about her and her fiction. |
They can form deep within a soul,
break spirits or make them whole,
cause belly laughter or draw tears,
allay worries and quiet fears.
They can spark a revolution,
crumble a crooked institution,
cause people to pull together,
or cause rifts that last forever.
They can fascinate their writer,
gift epiphany to a reader.
Sometimes they're meant to enlighten,
other times they're used to frighten.
At weddings, they're often delightful,
during arguments, they're spiteful.
They can't be taken back completely,
especially when they sting too deeply.
Spoken softly, they can seduce,
spoken harshly, they can reduce.
Said calmly, they might console,
when sung, they might stir your soul.
If ignored, they're simply wasted,
if adored, it's as if they're tasted,
as they form on tongue tips,
and then spill from between parted lips.
Contact the Author - black_ink_tales@yahoo.com
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