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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Lonesome Heart
I. I'm struggling to find words For this encompassing feeling Of grief-tinged desire, Of loneliness and longing-- Made into weak flesh.
By Vivian Clarke4 years ago in Poets
Lonely Love
It doesn’t matter what you say Or don’t say Do or do not do My love will not be dislodged It’s always there for you
By Vivian Clarke4 years ago in Poets
Paper Thoughts
I. I live in fear of paper Any scrap I find I write of pain that is mine Then I face it in black lines One at a time
By Vivian Clarke4 years ago in Poets
Elastic Smiles
We danced in the hallways; we moved. In the foyer when Dad came home, Mom set the record on and desiring his attention and born with rhythm, our small feet and bodies swayed.
By Vivian Clarke4 years ago in Poets
The Canyon
"The hour of the waning of love has beset us, And weary and worn are our sad souls now; Let us part, ere the season of passion forget us, With a kiss and a tear on thy drooping brow."-W.B. Yeats
By Vivian Clarke4 years ago in Poets
Voices
I. So tonight that I might see-- You are lost, and I know me; You are lost, and I am free. II. My choices have voices They whisper in the night
By Vivian Clarke4 years ago in Poets
Weariness.
I. Sometimes you get tired Tired in a way sleep doesn't fix You wake up breathing heavily Like you climbed a hundred stairs
By Vivian Clarke4 years ago in Poets
Poison Seed
"Why should I blame her that she filled my days With misery, or that she would of late Have taught to ignorant men most violent ways,
By Vivian Clarke4 years ago in Poets
Lotus Dreams
"And whosoever of them ate of the honey-sweet fruit of the lotus had no longer any wish to bring back word or to return, but there they were fain to abide among the Lotus-eaters, feeding on the lotus, and forgetful of their homeward way."-Homer
By Vivian Clarke4 years ago in Poets
Resilience
"O fear not in a world like this, And thou shalt know erelong, Know how sublime a thing it is To suffer and be strong."-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
By Vivian Clarke4 years ago in Poets
Things Not Seen
EASTER, 2015 In a swift current Like eddies in a bay People come and go All through the day Blurred, grey faces
By Vivian Clarke4 years ago in Poets
Words for My Cousin
Cousin, your pain is mine I settled in the back Until pain gave room to time I cried your tears I felt your fears
By Vivian Clarke4 years ago in Poets

Vivian Clarke

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Lonesome Heart

Lonely Love

Paper Thoughts

Elastic Smiles

The Canyon

Voices

Weariness.

Poison Seed

Lotus Dreams

Resilience

Things Not Seen

Words for My Cousin

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