Clifford K. Watkins,
Jr.
Fiery Graffiti
& Stars
With a gait that yearned for
consolation
You descended into a vale with a derelict soul
Our eyes met as shields of armor vanished
Leaving my heart defenseless in absence of breastplate
And as your flour-hued flesh quivered
All the stars in your eyeglasses couldn’t remedy our
blindness
To Fathom
Tranquility
While his
faint voice reverberated in tedium
A craven mime scarcely hovered
above the abyss
With a roving psyche that
conveyed drafts of lunacy
Then on a whim the racing
thoughts
Were razed by the fleeting
blaze
Of an alluring star
And at that moment
He could fathom
tranquility!
Clear-headedness
Brisk with
sobriety
Imagining your awe-inspiring
aura
As I hopscotch through a kingdom
of heartwarming dreams
Savoring every morsel of your
creativity
Ecstatically feeding on your
words of truth
I no longer gaze farther than the
rain-soaked glass
Trying to fathom the intricacies
of your soul
For I'm at peace with
myself
And the coagulated ballpoint is
for now
A trace of a vanishing
planet!
(RoTuN)
Clifford K. Watkins, Jr., is a poet/writer/lyricist originally
from High Point, North Carolina. Most of Clifford's adult
life was spent in Jacksonville, Florida, where he attended the
University of North Florida and was employed by Bacardi
Bottling Corporation. He currently lives
alone in a one-horse town in the mountains of Virginia,
where he's employed by a water-bottling facility.
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