Today we’re doing a re-run from a couple weeks ago because THERE WAS A TYPO AND I DIDN’T NOTICE, YOU GUYS SOMEONE TELL ME NEXT TIME. XD
My friends, I know I’ve been a while. Thank you for your patience. New poems are coming. Here’s the first!
She learned, at some surprise point,
That pearl earrings and blistered feet,
Strong, sure hands and soft, small touch,
Mud-splattered mornings and rouge-tinted nights
Did not have to be mutually exclusive.
She learned, all at once but gently,
Like awakening from a heavy sleep,
That beauty and strength – grit, grime, and grace –
Could live together in one entity,
Like burning fire in the dark of space,
Or rain and lightening in a storm.
– s. Clark
