Poetry by Shigé Clark

"Let the battered heart rejoice"


four line poetry

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

Theme Week: Love – 2


Her dreams were her wings,
And hope was her sky.
Love was the magic
That taught her to fly.

– s. Clark

Patchwork Past

You are sewn into my life now,
Quilted patch, part of the whole.
Whether I may love or hate it,
You’re imprinted on my soul.

– s. Clark


I will learn to take the pain
And place it on a shelf.
I will pretend so long, so well
that I convince myself.

– s. Clark

Strung Out

He strung her heart all out
And plucked it like a harp
He tried to soothe her strings,
But played the notes too sharp.

– s. Clark

Precursor to Change

I don’t ask for innovation,
Just that you resent your cage
Though I favor inspiration,
I can do so much with rage.

– s. Clark

No Air

We all take our breath for granted
Until one day it’s not there,
And it’s hard to notice sunlight
When there isn’t any air.

– s. Clark

He had to fight for all he had,
And paid each costly toll.
But not for lust, or love, or life
Would he exchange his soul.

– s. Clark

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