Biography of Clare McWilliams
Thirty years on this small planet. Learned a lot, wrote a lot. Loved and lost. Brought another wonderful being into this world who teaches me several new things each day and possesses me with a love I cannot express in words. Even with my given gift. Lover and fighter, listener and owner of a big shoulder, at your disposal if you ever need it.
Clare McWilliams Poems
Drinking And Writing Date Written 03/02/...
Why do i drink, because I'm a writer? Because I need a good haze in which to find The fuzzy ponderings of my scattered mind.
Every Month Date Writte...
For twelve years I have not been pregnant Yet one hundred and forty four times I have thought so. Even when the only way was through immaculate conception. Each month I find myself wishing to bleed or not to bleed.
I Am Heartless
I am frozen like the arctic When I wish to polarize another North and South of my heart Realign, spin and switch
Into The Breach
Into the breach, dear friends, Here I go. No, I think not, not this time. I will use the pain to write,
After the bar I can't go home Cos tonight I don't want be alone. Want stimulation of mind, So company I find.
Sweet Lament ...
He said he was in love, I knew it was a lie. He hadn't thought it through Long enough, in my eye.
Well now it's time to say goodbye, Not time to talk, or time to cry. I think that pride got in the way, Of all the things I meant to say.
Mother why did you go? I needed you, selfish I know, Gone to do anothers work?
Nervous Breakdown Naivety
Stripped to the very bare bones of my mind. Hard Knocks casusing my heart to take flight Flutter flutter- Sputter sputter. Need for solitude
Sleep? Date W...
I should sleep, my neck it tells me so But there within the cold quilt I'm alone. I should sleep and leave this vile machine now But it calls me to caress its keys once more.
A Comedy Of Errors
A Comedy of Errors Date Written 18/10/2007 The whole world is a stage I am, but, an errant actor Who refuses to learn her lines.
For Red Lips Date Wr...
1 I listen to Rakhmaninov And my mind conjures a future moment with you. A time spent alone with your gifted red lips.
Through The Looking Glass Dat...
A void of commercialism and misinformation, It's the black hole of the television station. Designed and arranged to make you believe, Whatever Falsities THEY choose to weave.
A Love Libation
Soft and warm within the snug of a freshly washed quilt. A hand moves- the covers tilt. Tender fingertips sweep delicate scented flesh. Dream and reality begin to mesh.
After the bar I can't go home
Cos tonight I don't want be alone.
Want stimulation of mind,
So company I find.
I should go home and go to bed,
But I galavant through the night instead.
Chitting and chatting until I pass out,
Meeting like minds and the odd lout.