Disturbance

Tara M. Clapper
I cannot bring myself
To disturb the silence
Of perfection.
Now myself,
I am an unread word,
A glimmer of disturbance
In a bane, parallel landscape,
by which you are a poet.
By which you are an ocean.
From which you breathed
my books and land
Into water
Simmer
Sunset.
I like to watch sunsets alone,
for we never did together.

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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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