White

Tara M. Clapper
Rose
Is my favorite.
Lifeblood seeping into its petals
Damaging it to perfection
Different, like the rest Like all of them.

Snow
Tainted with dreams
Humanity morphing from its collapsed ruin
Crushing Mr. Snowman into oblivion
A pile among snow piles
Rocks hidden below.

Clouds
Withholding dark ruin rain
A perfect picnic destroyed by deceit
Drenching children with their conforming uniforms:
(Custom tailored to make any child uncomfortable yet inconspicuous)

Before I could smell rain
Or dig bare feet into the mother ground
I was that way
Indoor and out
Outside and in.

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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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