Chanting

Tara M. Clapper
Mantra of the trees,
Crumpled decayed leaves
Dished dead forget-me-not
Notes and flower deeds
Now ashes by grain
In the fire cooking food
To feed the seductress in my
Reflection.
My words clearly taunt
Western sin.
I dare not light to burn
the door of disbelief.
Illumination is glory.

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Tara M. Clapper is a freelance writer living in the Philadelphia area. The author steadily produces material for content sites and private clients while pursuing a Masters in Publishing part time. Tara s...  View profile

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