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Poetry by Shigé Clark

"Let the battered heart rejoice"

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Theme Week: Hunting Happiness – 2

Favorite Things

Her favorite thing was moonbeams
And stars across the sky
But it was also Christmas lights
And homemade pumpkin pie
Wild, breathless laughter was
For sure her favorite thing,
But what could hold a candle to
The flowers in the spring?
The thing she loved the best, of course,
Was hugs from family
But nothing could be better than
A heart-strung melody
The crisp, clean air, the smell of books,
The colored leaves in fall
How could she ever choose just one
To love the most of all?

– s. Clark

Thankful Heart

(I have written this piece in response to a request I received for a “poem of thanks” to celebrate the imminent Thanksgiving holiday. If you would like to submit a prompt, message me, and I will do my best to fill it!)

It ever is the simple thing,
The shining sun or roaring waves,
That marks a memory on our souls,
That silently and softly saves.
It is the child’s gleeful voice,
The soothing touch of friendship’s hand,
That lift us up from sorrow’s grip
And keep us walking through this land.
They are the small and happy times,
The praise that’s spoken, bold and real,
The laughter snatched by a quick wit,
The moments that we thrill to feel.
Within this world so wide and raw,
That can be filled with so much pain,
There is wonder and beauty here
That far outweighs the cost with gain.
The mountains raised to cleave the clouds,
Or bright and yawning fields of green,
The wood in winter, crisp and clear,
The countless hues of sky we’ve seen!
A steaming mug of cider, and
Food on the table, piping hot.
A fire in the chill of night,
A peaceful moment gently caught.
Your family close by your side,
Made up of those who give their care
Unthinking if it may return.
A place to live, a heart to share.
And though the grime of life will pull
Like quicksand, sinking you to death,
There is a hand that reaches passed
The darkness there to bring you breath.
And for these things, the rain of gifts
That shower on us from the start,
I fear I have but one return,
To offer up a thankful heart.

– s. Clark

I Love…

The bliss and warmth of sun
The sheer ability to run
And none can say
A brightly colored day
Or pounding wind does not delight.
The thrill of sight!
The whisper of the rain,
Even the bite or burn of pain
In exercise,
It satisfies.
And lovely things to eat and drink.
The gift to think!
And learn, each moment new
The value of a friend who’s true
A warm embrace,
And snowflakes on my face
The joy that comes when you can give
To simply live.

– s. Clark

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