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Poetry by Shigé Clark

"Let the battered heart rejoice"

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Featured Reader Friday!

There are so many I dearly love, but this has gotta be my favorite #featuredreader photo thus far! Look at this beautiful person! Look at all this tabs! Look at the happiness! I am so honored!

This wondrous woman writes poems for children’s books, AND illustrates, AND dances. Geez, with the talent out there, I love it.

You can get The Beauty of People at lulu.com/spotlight/sclarkpoetry ! 😁

Featured Reader Friday!

This week’s reader is Jeanine, reading “Faerie Girl” from my poetry book The Beauty of People. She writes a wonderful blog, check it out at alifeofsimplejoys.com, and if you want your own copy of The Beauty of People, you can get it at lulu.com/spotlight/sclarkpoetry !

Featured Reader Friday!

Today’s featured reader is the glorious Kaitlyn!
You can get your own copy of The Beauty of People at lulu.com/spotlight/sclarkpoetry . In the meantime, head to themustardseedconspiracy.com and read some of Kaitlyn’s fantastic writings! They always come with beautiful pictures and meaningful thought, and she’s also an amazing person.

Featured Reader!

You guys didn’t know I knew the most beautiful, amazing woman in the universe, didja? Now you know. Behold, Nansi Clark! The perfect exemplification of The Beauty of People, inside and out (check out pg. 22 to get just a snippet)

Can’t check out pg. 22 because you don’t have the book??? GOOD NEWS! You can get it here: http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/sclarkpoetry

We’re still donating the profits through the end of the year, so act fast!

Stained with Dreams

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Ragged Book

The old man, in his tattered cloak,
Offers knowledge of unknown wonders,
Forsaken by the shallow hordes
That pass him by.
They search for richer robes.

– s. Clark

Theme Week: Magic – 1

This is long overdue, so sorry!

Books are Magic

They sat in a classroom, but she
Sat in a torchlit tavern,
Inhaling the smoke from a dancing fire
And puffing patrons alike
Sipping a rich, cider-ale,
While her left hand waved slender fingers
Over a page, capturing the words
Of the couple conspiring in the corner.

They rode on a train, but she

Rode bare-back through a sunlit wood,
Breathing the sharp, cold autumn air
And deep scent of freshly-wet earth
Drinking in the morning dew,
While her gentle, calloused fingers
Twisted in a free-flowing cherry mane
As she spurred her fierce companion on.

They flew on an airplane, but she
Flew among crystal-lit clouds,
Siphoning spectrums of color all around
And sighing streams of violet light
Soaking in the vibrant energy,
While her right hand gripped with strong fingers
The  iron hilt of a mighty sword
And her wings threw her into battle with a scream.

And no matter where she was contained,
She was never trapped,
For she brought the magic with her.

– s. Clark

In Endless Pursuit of Poetry

Though I swift and endless write,
I will never find the time,
I will never have the breath
To exhale my endless thoughts
To assuage my searching mind,
And will come at last to death
Scrawling madly still. Be caught
Startled to have lost the light.

– s. Clark

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