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Poetry by Shigé Clark

"Let the battered heart rejoice"

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Theme Week

Theme Week: People-Watching – 1

Vanity

He was the type of guy
who knew how handsome he was,
and acted like it.
Self-satisfied smirk on a chiseled jaw,
dismissive side-glance from ocean-blue eyes.
He oozed false charm like syrup,
and made the room feel sticky.
Scratching the careful stubble on his chin,
he surveyed his arena.
One girl caught his eye and smiled warmly,
he chuckled, and kept searching.
Paused, swooping down
on a lovely brunette in the corner.
He asked what she was working on
and listened for a moment,
before spinning the world back to its orbit
and revealing his archive of achievements.
And perhaps he was honest,
in word, if not manner.
When she left, he took a moment
then slipped across the room,
striking up the same conversation
with a different girl,
who had not seen the first.
And the girl who smiled stood,
chuckled in her own turn,
and threw away the trash he left behind
for someone lesser to clean,
as the second target stood
and said goodbye.

– s. Clark

Theme Week: Christmas – 2

Wrapped

White flecks fall
Painting the landscape pure,
While we wrap warm wool about our necks.
And parcels wrapped
In jolly red and shimmering silver,
Fold in joy with tender care.
Arms enfold,
Wrapping us in warmth,
Engulfing those we love to keep them close.
Lights soft twinkling,
Like crystal-spectrum stars, and all
Is magic, wrapped around the everyday.

– s. Clark

Theme Week: Old Souls – 3

Too Young

I have grown so very tired,
My back is bent from all the weight.
For my heart has grown so heavy,
Beneath the fearsome load of hate.
My frail arms can last no longer
Holding my grudges to my chest,
All my anxious thoughts assault me,
And I must set my mind to rest.
How the tired task of living
Wears like a sickness in my soul.
How I seem to hunt down sorrow,
Chained by what I cannot control.
Where is the song that I once heard,
The words of hope I once was told?
Help me drown out this silent scream,
I am too young to be this old.

– s. Clark

Theme Week: Old Souls – 2

Aged

There is youth in his face,
But such age in his eyes.
Oh, what a lovely,
Deceiving disguise.

– s. Clark

Theme Week: Old Souls – 1

Old Soul

Her soul was made
Of the scent of well-worn books,
Of light reaching the roots of trees,
And murmured conversations
By the fireside.
It was woven in knitted thread
And bronzed. Formed
Of steam sighing over tea,
And fingers softy plucking strings.
Her soul was a forest. A library.
The night sky. A song.
Her soul was a shimmering,
Bottomless lake,
Ever sinking
Deeper away from the world.

– s. Clark

Theme Week: Selfless – 1

Compassion from Pain

She learned to say “I love you”
When she went to say goodbye,
And taught herself to smile
Even with no reason why.
She could not find a light source
In the dark and cold of earth,
So she became a candle,
Warming others with her mirth.
She could not heal her own heart,
It was far beyond that hope.
She could not reach a lifeline,
So she chose to be a rope
For others to take hold of,
Pulling at her strength to rise.
You never see her heartache
Past the love that fills her eyes.

– s. Clark

Theme Week: Positivity – 2

Don’t Dress in Black

Don’t dress in black the day I die
Instead, wear blue, like care-free sky
Or yellow, like the smiling sun,
Don’t wear black when my life is done.

Wear white, to match my joyful breath
Don’t dress to try to match my death.
Wear green, soak in the reaching light
Don’t dress in black, like leering night

Please don’t wear black that day, because
You will not honor who I was.
Don’t dress in black, my dear, don’t cry,
I am not gone, though I may die.

– s. Clark

Theme Week: Positivity – 1

Live On, Love On

When life comes pounding at your door
And violent flings you to the floor,
When faith you thought you had is gone,
Though you feel dead, live on, love on.

When hope has been ripped from your chest,
When all you want in life is rest,
God brings fresh hope with each new dawn.
He’ll be your strength. Live on. Love on.

When love is absent from your life…
When “love” has been a twisting knife,
Don’t hide yourself, withheld, withdrawn.
His love is true. Live on! Love on!

When you are wearied by the run,
And all your dreams have been undone,
You can be lifted far beyond
The weight and fear. Live on, love on.

– s. Clark

Theme Week: Love – 4

On and On

I will love you in the morning,
I will love you through the night.
I will love you in the darkness
when you’re overcome with fright.
Through the maze of twisting pathways,
And when all the signs are gone,
I will love you through forever,
I will love you on and on.

– s. Clark

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