I write about life. To be clear, it isn't always about me , although it could be.
This is a captured impression of things I witnessed. In my 20's, I worked as a bartender and cocktail waitress. Clara Mae Gregory is my writing pen I have used for many
A stale smoke ring
hung like a halo
upon the patron
lingering at the bar.
She shutters a stare
when her demons sing
in soft screams that tear
and prickle bad memories
until they bleed,
They soaked the timeless terrain
before being suckled by the drain.
And left without herself,
bare and alone,
she finally hears a voice say:
"It's Time to go home."
Poetry by Clara Mae Gregory
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Written on 2026-03-22 at 15:52
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This is a captured impression of things I witnessed. In my 20's, I worked as a bartender and cocktail waitress. Clara Mae Gregory is my writing pen I have used for many
Smoky Halo (slightly revised)
°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°A stale smoke ring
hung like a halo
upon the patron
lingering at the bar.
She shutters a stare
when her demons sing
in soft screams that tear
and prickle bad memories
until they bleed,
They soaked the timeless terrain
before being suckled by the drain.
And left without herself,
bare and alone,
she finally hears a voice say:
"It's Time to go home."
Poetry by Clara Mae Gregory
Read 8 times
Written on 2026-03-22 at 15:52
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