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Poetry by Shigé Clark

"Let the battered heart rejoice"

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Growing in Graveyards

Growing in Graveyards

A Year’s Harvest

Happy New Year!

Excited to move forward with you into this misty space of unknown time. I can feel it like a tingle in the air… adventure awaits. Proud of all we have done, believing for all we will do!

The Willow and the Oak, remastered

Sometimes a poem can take years to complete. Sometimes it is never complete. This one I’ve just made a bit better.

The Willow and the Oak colored

Solitary Refinement

Rough I ride the road to reason,
Changing what was thought to known.
Though I do not seek the journey,
I can walk this world alone.

High I fly on wings of mettle,
Finding, past my heavens flown,
That, deprived them, I keep flying.
I can live this life alone.

– s. Clark

Building Bridges

They built them with their happy sighs
And whispers under sheets
They built them out of reaching hands
And snow-brushed winter streets
They built them over angry words
And over river tears,
They threaded wire memories
To string across their fears.
She stacked hope stones with shaking hands
And eyelids sneaking looks,
He poured concrete encouragement
And bought blueprints with books.
They built them over years of time,
Through life, with all its ridges,
And crossed to reach each other’s souls
Two lovers, building bridges

– s. Clark

Theme Week: Nature Personified – 2

The Oak and the Willow

The Willow grew, first up, then down
And hung her head in sadness
Her arms allowed no sunlight in,
Shut out potential gladness.
But she sent roots into the earth
To reach the cleansing water,
For if you can’t be glad, be deep,
That is what life had taught her.

The Oak grew strong, and wide, and high,
He stretched his limbs out, dreaming
Of sky, and growth, and summer days
Beneath the sunlight, gleaming.
His branches sheltered picnic meals
And children at their games,
He caught their frisbees, gave them shade,
And learned all of their names.

The Oak reached for the Willow’s arms
To lift her sorrowed spirit,
He whispered word of love and light,
And prayed that she could hear it.
The Willow feared to bare her face,
But sent her roots beneath him.
For though her arms were weak and frail,
Perhaps her soul could reach him.

At last he reached so far, that when
A courage-wind came sweeping,
Her arms rose up to twist with his
And ended all her weeping.
She taught him how to dig down deep
And draw from hidden streams.
And, leaning on each other’s strength,
They grew to reach their dreams.

– s. Clark

Grow

This was written upon request for my new little niece, who is an adorable fluff ball of lovely! But it can be applied to all people, newly constructed or finely antiqued. Keep growing, my dears!

 

Grow in grace, and grow in beauty,
Grow your mercy with your might,
Rise to meet the darkness, grinning,
Never let go of the Light

Grow, and cause us all to wonder
How we lived before you came,
So we cannot help but smile
At the mention of your name.

Grow to fill the space constructed
With the blueprint of your soul
In this story God has written,
Only you can play your role.

Leave your footprints here like canyons,
Tiny though your feet may be,
May the world shake with your wisdom,
And your love stretch like the sea.

May you look back on your time here
And walk proudly as you go.
Leave us all standing astounded
At the ways that you will grow.

– s. Clark

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