Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on November 5, 2013
The day ends like
An unfulfilled wish
In the empty room
Dusk to dark
Dawn once again
Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on November 1, 2013
The precious
The precious winter light
The precious winter light
Reaches the face of the beloved
The beloved
The beloved’ s face
The face of the beloved
Reaches the precious winter light
Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on October 24, 2013
As British detectives say to suspects
And potential witnesses, “We need to
sort it out.” It sounds simple until
Confusion and conflicts erupt in a
Cacophony of desire and doubt.
Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on October 19, 2013
Is there a difference standing at
The top of the stairs looking down
Or standing below looking up
A point of view a salient comment
Heard differently looking up
Than by someone peering down
Distanced by the railing with
Its temptation to go either way
Submitted by Clayton Medeiros on October 17, 2013
I refuse to dither
tomorrow I will be
resolute and forthright
leap out of bed
with alacrity and certitude
determined and purposeful
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