Dark Lady Poetry - Clifford K. Watkins, Jr.




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!






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.