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Clara Freeman
Clara Freeman is a poet/writer living in Illinois.
Her first collection, Home...Sometimes is a Lonely Place, was published
in 1996 and her most recent collection is Southern Woman of Color.
Sylvia Plath
I am not she,
yet, she speaks my name
softly in a whisper
she tries to warn me of the dangers
of writing life into my
dreams
I am not she, Far be it for me
to even identify.
we're both
of a feminine
beguiling mystique
He said I was gorgeous.
yet, not his kind am far from
answering her now
I have my own demons
to confront, yet,
she waits patiently
as if she knows my
secrets
CONFETTI
I am confetti
pieces of party lingering
lying about, unnoticed
long after the laughter
dies.
I am an assorted rainbow
of colors
why is it that
I'm thrown about?
My beginnings
causing merriment...
I am confetti,
yet, I've never had the
pleasure...
FRANKLIN
Your words
lends color to a
blue sky
your kisses lay
freely against my lips
I'm pleased by your attentions
Franklin,
the lover in my world
you make me forget my
salvation's
as lies permeates
a tongue
laced in golden silk....
good-bye
Good-bye my love
keep in touch
never forget
I loved you
so much
staying together, I thought
was forever
until she came along
riding on the winds
of change
good-bye my love
keep in tough
never forget this;
I loved you so much.
copyright © Clara Freeman
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