daniel-s-williamsWhisper

Barberton, Ohio
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the death of poetrtyor anybody can be a poet / from observation it occurs to me / anybody can be a poet / all one has to
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Apr 12, 2017
Ends of My ArmsOut on the ends of my arms are more handles than hands, / unable to pull in, easily pushing away. /
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Apr 10, 2017
Dawn Comes QuicklyWe hunker down and shudder / at how pale the dawn appears / as it leaves the city of evening behind;
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Apr 8, 2017
The Whisper TreeHe floated free that small warm day, / and stands accused of poetry, / from underneath the whisper t
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Apr 7, 2017
Always or NeverAlways Wonder, Never Know / Nothing can remedy loneliness once beloved is gone. / Nothing can soothe
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Apr 6, 2017
Death of a MonsterDeath of a Monster / The gargoyle of Suffering, having gorged on my defeat, / rages when I am found
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Apr 6, 2017
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