Browsing Archive: November, 2008
Posted by Sally Clark on Sunday, November 30, 2008,
In :
haiku
 sucked clean and greasy
the fusion of two clavicles
Adam's slippery rib
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Posted by Sally Clark on Saturday, November 29, 2008,
In :
poetry
Sunset begs us to believe
in the dawn, as bird shell melts
into azure and deepens into
indigo, so our faith is built
in stages, colors melting,
blending into the dark.
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Posted by Sally Clark on Friday, November 28, 2008,
In :
poetry
 Orange or pale,
elongated or engorged,
a family of squash
grown from the dirt
watered and warmed alike
by their green-thumbed
Gardner who has a knack
for growing vegetables. Continue reading ...
Posted by Sally Clark on Thursday, November 27, 2008,
In :
poetry
 Cockeyed Popeye
sees the world through
just one lens while
birds twitter out of reach and
quick mice dart the other way,
sprawls at my feet,
a humming mass of
warm gratitude
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Posted by Sally Clark on Wednesday, November 26, 2008,
In :
poetry
 I would not like
to leave this life
without having savored
that dark dreamy bliss
spreading through my mouth,
right before I swallow.
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Posted by Sally Clark on Tuesday, November 25, 2008,
In :
poetry
 Chained by guilt,
I find my way to
anchored mercy
grasping links
of forgiveness.
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 bless this food,
bless this seed,
bless my nest high in my tree.
bless my travels,
bless my path,
keep me safe from hungry cats.
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Posted by Sally Clark on Saturday, November 22, 2008,
In :
poetry
 heavy and gray
caught in stone
salvation sparkles
waits
hangs
a talisman of hope
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 Thump me!
Slap me!
Slick with sweat!
Pound me to the floor!
Bounce me!
Dribble me!
Pass and dunk!
Through the hoop I score! Continue reading ...
Posted by Sally Clark on Thursday, November 20, 2008,
In :
poetry
 On love's
heart-shaped pavers,
I fix my steps
across the earth
into the garden.
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Posted by Sally Clark on Wednesday, November 19, 2008,
In :
poetry
Scrambling through
life's maze I pray
for thick brick walls
to block my path
as I pass
through corridors
of choices.
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I want my way
I want it now!
I don't care who
I don't care how!
My mouth is open
big and wide!
This is how
I feel inside!
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Posted by Sally Clark on Sunday, November 16, 2008,
In :
haiku
brown leaves blow
summer's dry bones
rattle down the street
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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
Contact Sally at: auslande@ktc.com
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