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Poetry by Shigé Clark

"Let the battered heart rejoice"

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Theme Week: Adventure – 2

You are More

You are not only your muscles and bones
You are spirit and will
You are fire and stone

Life is not made of just blood in your veins
You are anguish and rage
You are lightening and rain

You are not built of synapses and skin
You are made up of dreams,
Oceans storming within

How could you be broken, or fear the night?
You are stars in the dark
You are warmth, you are light

No one can box you, or measure your worth
You are spirit and song
You are wide as the earth

Though life will hurt you, and paint you with scars
Let no one convince you
You are less than you are

– s. Clark

Theme Week: Adventure – 1

Give Me the Hills

Give me the hills where the giants are!
Give me the river that rages
Send me to reach for the furthest star,
Upon the road that extends too far
Don’t leave me to my cages

Give me the battle that can’t be won
Give me a fire still burning!
Tell me the course that I cannot run
The place where others have come undone,
Help me to fill this yearning

Send me to fight in the hopeless war
To shatter unbreakable chains
Send me when others can fight no more
To storm the deepest and darkest shore
Choose me, and I will not wane

I will stay true when all others fade
I will stand, bold and defiant
Only through pain are warriors made,
Yet I will still seek the endless raid,
Give me the hills with the giants!

– s. Clark

Phoenix Spirit

I will not sleep beneath the breath
Of ice, that freezes. “Wait for death”
It soothes, as though that is the goal
That waits my writhing, striving soul.
“I’ll set this soul ablaze!” I cry,
“And soar to cinders through the sky!
I’d rather burn to ashen dust
Than die within this frozen crust
Of apathy.” To pierce the night…
My purpose is to shine, to fight!
And not that I should safely stand,
Unchallenged, in this tundra-land.
Not so! This world will burn along
With me, and learn to sing my song
Of light. And should the fire die,
At least I will have lit the sky.

– s. Clark

Potential

You cannot be a sputtering candle
Telling of the fire from whence you came,
You have to be flame.

You cannot be the wind, weeping whispers
Of how you have blown to-and-fro so high,
You have to be sky

You cannot be a twittering songbird
Forever flapping about at the door,
Not when you could soar

– s. Clark

Two Birds

The sky is stone, the sky is steel
The sky cannot be broken
The wood is dark, and filled with words
That do not dare be spoken

The eagle flies and beats her wings
Against the azure armor
The nightingale looks up and sings
Beneath the trees that harm her

Within the waves of crystal blue
The eagle drowns, still flying
And under folds of quashing green
A croaking song is dying

But Freedom won’t be chained to earth,
Her wings are steel and stronger
And Joy, though wounded, sings her worth
To all those who would wrong her

The sky will crack, the darkness die,
The earth itself is roaring
Beneath unconquerable will,
Two birds, singing and soaring.

– s. Clark

Molon Labe

The sun has beaten on my back
This load has bowed my head
But, even weary, in attack
These forces must be led

The bog is thick, the mountain high
My body weak and shaken
But even under blackest sky
This foe must still be taken

The road is long, the work is hard,
And praises are so few
My broken body may be scarred
But I must still be true

And to the bitter end I fight
For never will we yield
And I will die, by soldier’s right,
Upon a blood-soaked field

So even if our foe should find
A way to break us down
Until the end, we hold the line
And we will stand our ground

I cannot keep them from all harm
But I will not forsake them
And at the call, “Lay down your arms”
I’ll answer, “Come and take them!”

– s. Clark

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