Browsing Archive: March, 2009
Posted by Sally Clark on Tuesday, March 31, 2009,
In :
poetry
The smell of pink is a sweet perfume with a touch of spice; strong and delicate all at once; an intoxication to boyish bees buzzed with pink's allure. Continue reading ...
Fruits of the Spirit: Gentleness
Posted by Sally Clark on Monday, March 30, 2009,
In :
poetry
Simple, round, all-seasonal grapes are tender pop-and-eat fruits; easy, requiring little effort to savor the seductive gentleness that ferments into a heady wine; inviting a leisured afternoon in the shade of their climbing, curling vines. Continue reading ...
Fruits of the Spirit: Faithfulness
Posted by Sally Clark on Friday, March 27, 2009,
In :
poetry
No guile in the banana, what you see is what you eat, raw-green or over-ripe brown, these yellowing sickle-shaped truth-tellers grow in encouraging bunches atop waving stalks of faithfulness. Continue reading ...
Fruits of the Spirit: Goodness
Posted by Sally Clark on Tuesday, March 24, 2009,
In :
poetry
Apples require some cold weather, some fortitude to scale their branches, sink strong teeth into these honest fruits of integrity, savoring the reward that determined goodness brings. Continue reading ...
Fruits of the Spirit: Kindness
Posted by Sally Clark on Monday, March 23, 2009,
In :
poetry
A friendly kiss of kindness, strawberries bear their seeds on the outside, hearts on their sleeves, tip their little green caps to passersby, stems reaching out to form compassionate handles of sympathetic sharing. Continue reading ...
Deanna
Posted by Sally Clark on Thursday, March 19, 2009,
In :
poetry
Nothing much, I hear her say and feel her smile at the funeral home's metal grave marker still there one year later.
Just the way she would have wanted it, modest, quiet, next to her son, a humble life of huge faith marked simply and with dignity.
Harvest flowers and a scarecrow still bright into the Spring, drying stems of flowers left long ago and one empty-handed friend who came just to remember. Continue reading ...
Fruits of the Spirit: Patience
Posted by Sally Clark on Sunday, March 15, 2009,
In :
poetry
Pock-marked orange requires patience to open; its careful but deliberate peeling needs a strong hand; hast will ruin the sunshine-flavored segments; this calm fruit rolls easily wherever it travels, a wheel within a sphere. Continue reading ...
Fruits of the Spirit: Peace
Posted by Sally Clark on Friday, March 13, 2009,
In :
poetry

Blanketey-soft sun-blushed skin quietly breaks with little resistance to reveal a peaceful sweetness all its own; peaches grow on smallish trees, easy to reach for children who suck its large stone-seed, carry in their pockets a promise to plant.
Continue reading ...
Fruits of the Spirit: Joy
Posted by Sally Clark on Wednesday, March 11, 2009,
In :
poetry
Pink juicy drips from red-happy fruit, watermelon grins on sticky chins, smiling green rind left behind; black seeds dribble to the ground sprout trailing vines that tickle the earth, grow round and happy with joy. Continue reading ...
Saturday Morning
Cookie dough ice cream in a waffle cone for breakfast is why God made Saturday mornings and grandmothers. Continue reading ...
Fruits of the Spirit: Love
Posted by Sally Clark on Saturday, March 7, 2009,
In :
poetry
Round-bottomed, slender-necked, sun-browned skin, Bosque pears rock gently together in their shared bowl, soft-sweet love fruit leaves a strong core to be planted and grown deep in good soil; a wholesome white-flowering harvest. Continue reading ...
Ducks in a Row
Ducks in the sun, all in a row; lacy hearts, shadows grow.
Setting sun, window glows; tiny rose buds and blue ribboned bows.
Day is done, dreams hello; duck in the sun, all in a row. Continue reading ...
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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
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