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Encore
by Clara Mae GregorySome shall give deceit a hand,
clap and even stand.
In the turbid currents of disbelief,
you are slipping underneath
with your grasp just out of reach.
Wrapped in word’s inside Death’s Lair
And trapped under His palm,
Heavy lies scream for air
until they’re drowned in silent calm.
Last thoughts are lost in prayer.
Yet some shall give deceit a hand,
Clap and even stand
in turbid currents of disbelief.
10/10/2009
Posted on 10/10/2009
Copyright © 2025 Clara Mae Gregory
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 10/12/09 at 02:26 PM superb notions all delicately pursued by eyes begging the more to stretch unto their fineries. |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 12/26/09 at 06:01 PM The first two lines are my favorites in this pencil drawing of realities that must be faced lest they pull us under. Thanks, Mel. |
| Posted by Uriel Tovar on 03/04/11 at 02:02 AM i like how solid your meter is. the poem has a good flow and gives birth to vivid image. love the content :) good read. |
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