Poetry by Shigé Clark

"Let the battered heart rejoice"


Poetry for Grief


She has forgotten
How to feel the sunset
What the wind whispers
The patters of fireflies
That souls can touch
How to link hearts over space
To hold onto time
Why she is racing,
and why she wasn’t always
Where she is drifting,
and how to swim
The very essence
of what she once was
and who she is supposed to be
She has forgotten
Everything but memory’s echo,
the sense of something lost

– s. Clark

Shadow Dancer

She meant to fall asleep before the moon
But words were dancing in her head
and she had danced alone so long
She clenched the slipping fingers of thought
And twirled between broken echoes
of unanswered questions
Swaying to the haunting melody of her heart
Head spinning, she spun on
and refused to quit the dance
Until the disapproving eye of dawn
glared through the window
And she turned from the thoughts of the day
unwilling to flee her dark partner
She sank into the arms of a dream

– s. Clark


He ran,
Liquid panic in his veins,
He sucked in air that burned his chest,
And blew it out in frantic gasps
His limbs pumped,
Working far too hard
To carry him so sluggishly.
The Creature roared behind,
Its footsteps beating
In time with his rapid heart,
And his feet so heavy
He could feel it gaining,
Reeling him in,
A thrashing fish, hooked through the gut.
Snarling, hot breath on his neck.
Sweat dripped in his eyes,
Why was he so slow?
The soil was sand,
And the forest collapsed around him,
Folding into darkness.
He ran and ran, and did not move,
While the Creature’s laughter
Filled his ears and mind,
And darkness took him.

– s. Clark

Theme Week: Old Souls – 3

Too Young

I have grown so very tired,
My back is bent from all the weight.
For my heart has grown so heavy,
Beneath the fearsome load of hate.
My frail arms can last no longer
Holding my grudges to my chest,
All my anxious thoughts assault me,
And I must set my mind to rest.
How the tired task of living
Wears like a sickness in my soul.
How I seem to hunt down sorrow,
Chained by what I cannot control.
Where is the song that I once heard,
The words of hope I once was told?
Help me drown out this silent scream,
I am too young to be this old.

– s. Clark

Still Scarred

I realize, over time
I think I’m fine…
I think I’ve passed the point
Where my heart is out of joint,
Until I try to do
Something I once loved with you,
Then, sudden frozen feet
And blood upon the street.
Smoke fills up my insides,
Spills from my throat and eyes.
My organs liquified,
Drained out and dried,
I’m empty, scorched, and charred,
And oh so, still so scarred.

– s. Clark


I dreamt of you last night.
I dreamt you called my name,
And I reached and I reached
Into the void, for centuries
Reached until my fingers pulled and thinned,
Bones cracking, popping out of joint.
And still I reached on,
Ligaments stretching, muscles tearing,
Ribs ripping and separating.
I tore myself apart, spread out into the black
And never, never reached you.

– s. Clark

Reaching Hands

I want to trust your reaching hands
But cannot stand the strain
This love you say you hold for me
Feels far too much like pain.

– s. Clark


Fatality, for you, is just a word.
An abstract concept
measured in statistics.
Red numbers on a page.
Extra paperwork.
It once was the same for me,
a cursory glance,
a mournful sigh,
and moving on.
But now it bears
the crushing weight of familiarity.
Gut-wrenching impact
of experience.
The shocked horror of
an enemy’s face.
Death has become too close
for me to name him
something so scientific.

– s. Clark

You Cannot Hurt Me.

You cannot hurt me.
I have been so deeply burned,
that I am flame.
I have drowned so deep in tears,
I am the ocean.
Such a void has swept my soul,
I am the black of space.
I have fallen from the clouds
and shattered all my bones to shards,
and bled out on the sun-bleached stone, |
vacant eyes wide, reflecting
buzzards picking at my bloody pieces.
And I have stood up, and walked on.
I have been cast from heights much greater
and plunged to depths far deeper
than you could ever reach in me.
You cannot hurt me.

– s. Clark

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