Vivian Clarke

Joined November 2021

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Third-culture-kid-now-adult with a melancholic disposition trying to make sense of life, like anyone else.

I live for my daughter, cats, and coffee.

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Chained
I am a dog chained to a fence every day But only after I fetch the paper Roll over, and play Only after I submit to pets
By Vivian Clarke4 years ago in Poets
WARRIOR
BOUDICEA Mine is a rare gift But my gift is a curse I love freely and fiercely I am loyal but free Like Queen Boudicea
By Vivian Clarke4 years ago in Poets
The Power of Critical Thinking: To My Teacher
We all have figures in our lives who irrevocably change how we think and therefore how we are without even realizing it. I dedicate this to one of the most extraordinary people I’ve ever had the privilege of knowing, a teacher.
By Vivian Clarke4 years ago in Humans
The Reaper
For my little niece. Death #1 Bright little children Come out to play I cut their flowers And take them away.
By Vivian Clarke4 years ago in Poets
The Coffin & The Pallbearers
For my little niece, 2004-2009 THE COFFIN It was too small. There should be a size restriction: “No children are allowed here.”
By Vivian Clarke4 years ago in Poets
From Dust to Ashes
“When did these visual occurrences start?” The corners of the dingy office look like they haven’t been painted in a while. Dust covers once-white walls like ash; sadness covers gray carpet. I feel the grit in my throat.
By Vivian Clarke4 years ago in Horror
Shallow Pools
SHALLOW I laugh I smile I dance I play But inside I am older than you all My wrinkles fall In sheets
By Vivian Clarke4 years ago in Poets
The Dark Land
Where hardship begins, That is where I am. In a land of craggy peaks Stretched across a desolate sky, The black ground is littered with rocks
By Vivian Clarke4 years ago in Poets
Indolence
INDOLENCE Indolence is bliss As the balm for Hardly Recognized Dreams Which slip beneath my pillows and sheets And disappear in little streams
By Vivian Clarke4 years ago in Poets
Apathy
They kept it all shut up like tomb, Unkempt and disintegrating with apathy. An aura of sadness floats like a mist Through the old trees and weedy gardens.
By Vivian Clarke4 years ago in Poets
Through the Window, the Long Fall
THROUGH THE WINDOW, THE LONG FALL You’ve given me a window into your soul When all I have ever wanted is a door. I keep looking in from the outside,
By Vivian Clarke4 years ago in Poets
Rough Smoke Women
Here’s to my brave women, The loud ones, the quiet ones, With minds as sharp as knives And hearts as soft as rain.
By Vivian Clarke4 years ago in Poets

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Chained

WARRIOR

The Power of Critical Thinking: To My Teacher

The Reaper

The Coffin & The Pallbearers

From Dust to Ashes

Shallow Pools

The Dark Land

Indolence

Apathy

Through the Window, the Long Fall

Rough Smoke Women

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