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Poetry by Shigé Clark

"Let the battered heart rejoice"

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Nature Poetry

Theme Week: Spring – 1

The Thaw

It has been winter so long.
Cold crept in and creaked her bones,
Made her icy to the touch.
She wanted to see the beauty in the snowflakes,
In the shimmer of the endless ice,
But she is buried six-feet deep,
Breathing in shards.
She tried to ward the winter off–
Keep moving, friction forces warmth.
Curled her toes and rubbed her hands together,
Huddled close to someone else’s heat.
But they were temporary flames,
Only candles, blown out in the blizzard of her soul.
Until, unforeseen beneath the grey gloom sky,
The Sun returned. And though so far removed,
Unreachable by tiny, frosted hands,
The strength of its fire lit the sky
And rolled across the earth like liquid gold.
And, softening its strength,
It caressed her frigid fingers. With a crack,
The frozen fissures of her heart are thawed
And melted into clean, spring water.

– s. Clark

Loves Renewed

The sunlight kissed her skin.
And a kiss it was, of a lost love
In soft, sweet remembrance of joy.
The merry wind breathed against her,
And she laid back beneath it,
Inhaling its rich perfumes.
Water traced her feet in cool caress,
Trickling through her toes.
This was not a day for shoes.
It was a day for tranquil moments,
For reacquaintance of spirits,
It was a day for loves renewed.

– s. Clark

Something Beautiful

Give me something beautiful
I have seen gray,
Mud-slushed water in street drains
Billowed clouds holding back their tears
Cold, silent gravestones set in perfect order
Parking lots, of rocks pounded into dust
By tired treads of whining wheels.
Give me color
Dandelions scattered over fields,
Tiny spots of sun in their emerald sky
Soft, pink blossoms twirling in the wind
Endless, untouched white coating the ground,
Clinging to trees in sunrise sparkles
Give me life
Cherry-apple cheeks of laughing children
Deep, chestnut hair, braid-twisted,
And hidden halfway beneath a scarlet hat
The faded rust of cobblestone streets
Ocean eyes set in an earthen face
I have seen too much of gray,
Give me something beautiful

– s. Clark

The World Could Have Been Flat

The world could have been flat.
I’m just saying, as far as dimension
is concerned, only God’s intention
dictated “Rise, and fall”
of landscape. So we all
get to learn what it means to climb,
to struggle over distance as well as time,
and gain height. Change perspectives,
discover scope along our directives.
The world could have been flat.
What possesses a Creator
to envision something greater
far beyond the meager needs of man?
To scatter stars across the span
of space.
To trace
a rhythm into time
so that as meter intwines
with swell and dip of tone,
we have the magic of music sewn
into the fabric of simple vibrations.
I look upon the glory of creation,
thinking how the world could have been flat.

– s. Clark

Absent Mind

My mind has gone out for a stroll,
I don’t know when it will return.
It wandered down a trail of dreams
And left its duty for concern.
It may have settled in the wood,
And hidden deep amidst the trees,
To sit awhile, unperturbed,
Beneath the shade of memories.
Or, may haps, it has made its way
To rest upon the ocean shore,
Take in the sea of shifting thought
And waves of worries that will roar.
My mind has gone out wandering
Around some unexpected bend,
It has escaped into the mist.
Who knows if it may come again?

– s. Clark

Raised Walls

Let loose the barricade! The briar
woven by the hurtful woes
and twisted into brittle spire,
unbroken by the swell of fire,
frozen thickly as it grows.

Yet breaks the cold and massive bastion,
not upon the violent throws
of ardor and aggressive action,
but, soft, the whisper of compassion
melting, splitting where it goes.

– s. Clark

God’s Beauty – 4

Memory of Trees

In lush of green the leaves would sway.
The beauty of an endless day,
and laughter rang beneath the trees
That watched us run and scrape our knees.
In times gone by, the world was small,
Yet each hill steep, and counter tall,
And these were sweeter, simpler days
Where sun shines down and green tree sways.

Now through this tangled weave of years
Is left a trail of love and tears.
Its sweetness, in its way divine,
Is marred by hurtful stains of time.
But would we trade the pain of strife
For sorrow of an untouched life?
Or forfeit wisdom, winter seas,
And memory of swaying trees?

– s. Clark

God’s Beauty – 3

Lightning

It crACKed
And in a flash, the night
Was split and lit by sudden light
That speared into the sanded ground
In crooked tendrils. All around,
It left a smoking field of glass,
That glimmered in its sparking pass
And lit a fire all within.
It looked as if the land had been
Attacked.

– s. Clark

God’s Beauty – 2

Wonder

She perched upon the cliff’s pointed edge
Staring down into a concave world
With mounds of mighty stone
Interspersed across its cratered face
Mountains, punching up from the river cut floor
Lifting in layers to crest, flat-topped,
And sigh back, dipping heat-baked toes
Into the icy riverbed.
Under her feet, a path of grass spread down
Along the cliffside in zig-zag trails,Growing into a carpet of green trees
That rolled out in a line and dropped
Into the canyon crags.
Majesty, miles from her fingertips.

He laid back on the cliff’s flattened top
Gazing up into an endless sky
With speckled spots of light
Pricking points across its midnight face
Nothingness, punctured by burning bits of life,
Stretching beyond breadth of breath or sight
And expands still, sending whispered echoes
Into the inky void.
From his eyes, a stream of light reflected upward
Into the openness, took in the moon,
Dissolving into a stream of his own starlight
And mixing with the dust
Of other, foreign worlds.
Luminescence, lightyears from his reaching hands.

And both wondered,
Not for the first time,
Just how
small
they were.

– s. Clark

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