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Poetry by Shigé Clark

"Let the battered heart rejoice"

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the truth of stars

the truth of stars

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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

Age of Shadow

My thoughts and prayers are with France, and so goes my writing. In this age of shadows, may we each be light.

There is a darkness in this world.
It would have us believe
That there is nothing we can do
To curb it. Only grieve
Its hold upon our fragile lives,
And wail in helpless fear.
It would have us give up our strives
To hold our safety near.
But we are not made to be quelled
By darkness and by dread,
Our feet were shaped with fire, to
Leave light within our tread.
And as we run, we do not flee,
But charge the dark in rage!
For shadow may think otherwise,
But ours is not its age.

– 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

Something about a Candle

There is something about a candle.
So patient, and so calm
Slowly, softly, just existing
So frail, and yet so bright and merry
Fiercely burning, for the small life that it has
Bringing light and warmth
And sweet-smelling joy
Only gives, only provides, for its time is short

– s. Clark

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