Jeffrey Philip Clegg

Rookie - 3 Points (09/12/1959 / Macon, Georgia)

The Glistening Dagger - Poem by Jeffrey Philip Clegg

For me
there is no fun anymore

The spring has dried up

The mud is cracked
like large flakes of rust

The wilted flowers
have blind roots
wandering nowhere
striving for nothing

The uncloaked dagger
is fallen upon
and the glistening red
points toward

the Heavens


Comments about The Glistening Dagger by Jeffrey Philip Clegg

  • (6/28/2005 6:53:00 PM)


    You've come here for the sole purpose of stalking me haven't you? (Report) Reply

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  • (6/28/2005 6:05:00 PM)


    Oh, boy. The dark era...I liked it even if it made me a little sick which is, I think, what I told you the first time I saw it. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, June 28, 2005

Poem Edited: Tuesday, June 28, 2005


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