Browsing Archive: June, 2009
Posted by Sally Clark on Tuesday, June 23, 2009,
In :
poetry
(This post in response to http://highcallingblogs.com/blog/tag/random-acts-of-poetry/)
Naked isn't just
exposed or
undressed or
unclothed.
Naked isn't just
revealed or
threadbare or
bare-skinned.
Naked is a cautious
wading into a
gently lapping sea
of salt tingling
wounds.
Naked is waters welcome
covering,
wrapping about
what is
vulnerable and
loathed.
Naked is saying,
"I'm sorry."
Forgiveness is hearing,
"You're clothed."
Continue reading ...
Posted by Sally Clark on Wednesday, June 17, 2009,
In :
poetry
 Do you know what I dreamed about
she asks from her car seat in the back
No, what?
Grandma, she says, as trees streak
past her window and asphalt speeds
away under her feet.
Grandma and my blankie, tiny fingers
grasping the white satin border of
the things that comfort her the most. Continue reading ...
Posted by Sally Clark on Sunday, June 14, 2009,
In :
poetry
 He brings me Bits of Honey,
a big bag full of chewy golden
goodness in red and yellow wrappers.
Reminds me that love must be
unwrapped, exposed, tasted to be
enjoyed, savored long and slow
by a delighted, grateful heart.
He brings me Bits of Honey,
a big bag full and I grow round
with all his golden sweetness. Continue reading ...
Posted by Sally Clark on Saturday, June 13, 2009,
In :
poetry
 Four crow bullies descend
into the trees, boasting
their threats, strutting
their taunts, jabbing
at limbs weakened by
recent storms then
caw their way back
into the sky, mostly frighting
themselves.
Continue reading ...
Posted by Sally Clark on Saturday, June 6, 2009,
In :
poetry
 Hot tea
yes, please
in the oversized
glass-handled mug
steep and deep
dip and sip
fold my hands
around the sides
incense of
warm steam
hot tea
yes, please
the morning's
benediction
Continue reading ...
Posted by Sally Clark on Thursday, June 4, 2009,
In :
poetry
 In dawn's earlly light
I struggle to capture
a poem
a prayer
a peace
to begin the day. Continue reading ...
| Every day has a poem. I watch, I listen, I think, I pray. When I hear a poem, I write it down. Sometimes I find a picture that illustrates the day. I am always surprised. I hope you will be, too.
A writer of many genres, Sally Clark loves living in a small town with her husband where their grown children and five grandchildren all live within walking distance. Crowded with relationships, busy with activities, Sally takes refuge on the balcony of their old Victorian house - the perfect place to pen her thoughts.
Visit Sally's web site at: www.sallyclark.info
Contact Sally at: auslande@ktc.com
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