Search

Poetry by Shigé Clark

"Let the battered heart rejoice"

Tag

innocence

Before

Happy New Year, my friends! May 2017 be a glorious year of you being true to who you are and what you are passionate about!

In honor of that, and the year to come…
Before.png

God’s Beauty – 4

Memory of Trees

In lush of green the leaves would sway.
The beauty of an endless day,
and laughter rang beneath the trees
That watched us run and scrape our knees.
In times gone by, the world was small,
Yet each hill steep, and counter tall,
And these were sweeter, simpler days
Where sun shines down and green tree sways.

Now through this tangled weave of years
Is left a trail of love and tears.
Its sweetness, in its way divine,
Is marred by hurtful stains of time.
But would we trade the pain of strife
For sorrow of an untouched life?
Or forfeit wisdom, winter seas,
And memory of swaying trees?

– s. Clark

Theme Week: Innocence – 3

Innocence

Tiny, lilting bird
kept in a cage of ribs
She fed it on dreams
and sang it love songs
And when he came,
it fluttered in her belly
and pecked at her heart,
so that it was pierced
and ached so much
she could not stand it.
And so she offered him
the fragile, winged creature
and, unknowing how to free it,
he reached into her chest,
cracked open her ribs,
and tore it from her soul.
She gave it willingly, carelessly,
to clumsy fingers
that squeezed too tight
and broke its wings,
when she had always hoped
that it would fly.

– s. Clark

Theme Week: Innocence – 2

Small Things

All he wants, in all the world,
A glass of sweet iced-tea.
To see the butterfly. To curl
Into a ball, beneath
A warm and comfy cover.
And chicken-noodle soup
To sip. And sleep. No other
Thing is needed for his drooping
Eyes and tired little limbs.
All he wants,
Is small things, close to him.

– s. Clark

Theme Week: Innocence – 1

Unquenchable Light

He reached for the stars
but he stretched out too far,
and they burned up his hands,
left him covered with brands.
But he reaches on still,
for he measures his will
as his light,
Matching might
with the stars.

– s. Clark

Avalanche

He was a quake who knew not how
To slow his rough advance
And she was snow, but in his arms
Became an avalanche.

– s. Clark

Missing Person

Have you seen a little girl?
I left her here, some time ago
She said that she would meet me here
But I fear it no longer so

Have you seen the girl I left?
I have been searching for her smile
I promised I would come for her,
But I’ve been gone a long, long while

I don’t know how to return,
To find her after all I’ve done…
I have sought through the dead, cold woods
Through corners where she may have gone

I have searched my twisted heart
And scoured through its darkened grime
But she no longer knows my voice…
I fear her lost for all of time

If you find the girl I knew,
Tell her of my remorse and pain
Tell her I’m here within the woods,
Waiting for her to come again

– s. Clark

Blog at WordPress.com.

Up ↑