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Mortal Morsels or The Bitter Bite
by Clara Mae GregoryDollops of puerile dalliance
soon topple by life’s deceit.
They stew until decrepit,
oblivious to the bleak,
transient tastes
Destruction spoons upon the weak.
Sophic scents scintillate Souls
searing in their innocence,
Sizzling inside the casserole-
A cumbrous coffin of creation
where the Joy of Life
is vaporized and forgotten.
12/22/2013 Author's Note: On this warm and wonderful 23rd day of December, I am actually feeling quite happy and upbeat and filled with spirit and excitement and love. So I don't quite know why I write of darker things. My most recent writing below is not expressing my mood but rather the moods of others I have witnessed. This is a depressing piece and I probably should not be posting it at this time but I post what pops into my head when it comes.
Posted on 12/22/2013
Copyright © 2026 Clara Mae Gregory
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 12/24/13 at 03:31 AM Powerfully brooding...haunting...bewitching. As someone who has difficulty staying in the light, I greatly enjoyed this piece, Clara Mae. |
| Posted by Johanna May on 02/03/14 at 03:10 PM we dare the dark more in a lightfull distance, like when children innocently taunt barking dogs in chains xxxx |
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