2/10/21 Workshop – A Poem by Lucille Clifton

Fred and Lucille Clifton


the death of fred clifton – Lucille Clifton


age 49

i seemed to be drawn

to the center of myself

leaving the edges of me

in the hands of my wife

and i saw with the most amazing


so that i had not eyes but


and, rising and turning,

through my skin,

there was all around not the

shapes of things

but oh, at last, the things



Reflective writing prompt: Write about a time of clarity

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