Nocturne

Tara M. Clapper
Deed unforeseen
No action inclined
No sense impaired
Disgraced to hollow Fallen emaciated empty ending.

Evoking green to sacrifice
For the harvest
The full
Crescent o be that moon swell

On the ocean
Maternal lullaby
Can you sing?

Sleep, precious, sleep.
Motions of the oceans
Columns fallen deep below Impaling the sands
And all buried there.
Sand smoothing surface
Be this heart rough.
Be my heart kind.

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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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