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Poetry by Shigé Clark

"Let the battered heart rejoice"

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dreams

Throwback Thursday: A Life Unchained

a life unchained

Better Things

Better Things

Burning

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Failure’s Ghost

Failure's Ghost

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

Passion

There is a reason we refer
To our passion as “fire”
Because both are
A chemical reaction, so strong
It needed physical manifestation.
It had to consume.
And it had to illuminate.

– s. Clark

Burning Hope

Please understand,
It hurts, ah, it aches
To dream so greatly.
To yearn so deep.
I am being consumed from the inside.
I am a walking fever,
My blood boils with excitement,
Or anxiety, who can tell?
My heart is a volcano,
Erupting scalding lava-love
Burning down my skin,
The heat of hope.
What if, what if
Life mustn’t be miserable?
What if, what if
The dream read into my head at childhood,
“Once upon a time, there was a girl
Who did what she dreamed…
Who lived what she loved….”
Was not a fairytale?
But ah, the flame,
Blazing so bright within me
It encompasses all,
Yet I am so small, that
It feels no more than a candle in a storm.
So fragile, so easily extinguished!
I beg you pick me up,
And carry my light.

– s. Clark

Coal

He held his dream so deeply that
the dream was wrapped in fear.
It burned so bright within him that
it hurt to hold it near.
He never spoke it, for the way
it trembled on his lip,
and would not leave the shore for fear
of sinking with the ship.
And so the dream lay burning in
the embers of his soul.
For fear of flame extinguished, he
was left with only coal.

– s. Clark

Reach

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

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