If you want to keep something close to you,

you put it in your pocket.

Some pockets are deep; some pockets are shallow.

These poems are of the same scope and landscape.

Each one holds a small treasure.

 

 

 

                                      

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All photography by Sally Clark 

Copyright © 2009 Sally Clark. All Rights Reserved.

  

Yellow Weed Flower

September 28, 2009


God creates beauty even
in a weed; before it wreaks
havoc, a plea for mercy.

 

GRRRRRR!!!!!!

September 15, 2009


Tiny, whirlwind-tempered,
curly tendrils, finger-claws;
as ferocious as a kitten's
milky teeth in furry jaws.


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Limbo Season

August 27, 2009


The sea is not the only thing that
crawls in the breathless
summer sun, sails limp, rudders
dragging, unable to move, just
watch, just wait, just
creep beneath the heat.


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New Web Address

August 3, 2009
Please make note of a new web address for this blog site:

www.pocketpoems.info

A shorter address may be more memorable.

Thanks, Sally

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Red Hibiscus

July 31, 2009


Bright fiesta blooms a
happy ole, tossing bright
skirts, black eyes snapping,
laughing a Tejano rhythm in
the dancing summer sun.


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Morning Breath

July 25, 2009


Each stroke of
minty freshness
scrubs away sins
of a careless mouth;
God's cleansing forgivness
brightening our smiles
and freshening
our lives.

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Blue Phlox

July 22, 2009


Cornflower sky blooms
from the earth; periwinkle
waves of moonlight in
an ocean of leaves.


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Freedom Flies Away

July 21, 2009


Freedom feels so far away,
this libery draped land of
gleaming opportunty, striped
in star-spangled independence,
slipping slowly from our grasp.

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Hushed

July 17, 2009


Sometimes it seems
the older we get
the more quiet we
crave, listening
more closely
for the call to
come home.

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Hope

July 16, 2009


a dry dark faith
a wet cool God
        in between
a stone angel
prays

        for things with
              feathers

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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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