Pocket Poems


                                      

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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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Showing Tag: "winter" (Show all posts)

Branches

Posted by Sally Clark on Thursday, February 12, 2009, In : poetry 


What appears to be a tangled mass of
stripped, stunted, empty branches is
really us, all growing from the same root,
in the same soil, breathing the same air;
all awaiting our resurrection budding when
our nakedness will be clothed and
the tangles of our lives become a
beautiful, breathing canopy of green.


Continue reading ...
 

Monochrome

Posted by Sally Clark on Wednesday, February 11, 2009, In : haiku 


yellowed grass and limestone rock
monochrome landscape of
a monotonous drought


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How Long?

Posted by Sally Clark on Monday, February 9, 2009, In : poetry 


In this droughted landscape,
wind fills the air with dust,
stings the eyes that strain
to see an end in sight.


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Lead Sky

Posted by Sally Clark on Tuesday, January 27, 2009, In : haiku 


gray clouds dull the sky
a leaden breath of air caught
between light and night


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Inside

Posted by Sally Clark on Sunday, January 18, 2009, In : poetry 


Harsh stillness,
abrasive winds,
dulling skies;
inside me is
a fire, a robe,
a feast of words
to warm my heart,
waiting out the storm
with my Savior;
counting down the
icicles that hang
outside.


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A Long Winter's Nap

Posted by Sally Clark on Friday, January 16, 2009, In : poetry 


Cold seals the windows
wind bolts the doors
sun hangs a gray
half mast all day;
nothing else for it
but to sleep it off.

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Sabbath

Posted by Sally Clark on Sunday, January 11, 2009, In : poetry 


Winter's deep cold
invites Sabbath rest;
strands of icy pearls 
drape thin twig arms;
God says
wait
listen
freeze.

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Krista Angel

Posted by Sally Clark on Saturday, December 27, 2008, In : poetry 


tiny ghost of Christmas past
hangs quietly in my tree,
views the celebration,
papers scattered, stockings emptied,
wonders at how we've aged
and how she's stayed the same.

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It's Cold!

Posted by Sally Clark on Tuesday, December 23, 2008, In : children's poems 


My ears shiver;
my nose dribbles;
my teeth quiver;
my fingers shrivel.

Frosty cold
in this wintry weather;
from head to toe
I like summer better!


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Santa Claus

Posted by Sally Clark on Saturday, December 20, 2008, In : poetry 


Santa Claus is for children who
believe without seeing and
hope against all odds;
who give with joy,
receive with enthusiasm,
never question their worthiness,
and whose dreams are filled
with his coming.

Santa Claus reminds me that
little children receive the
kingdom of heaven while
wise men only visit,
then leave.


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Guardian

Posted by Sally Clark on Friday, December 12, 2008, In : haiku 


invited Guest leaves
His calling card where only
the wind can see

(see the cross in the nest?)


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Swaddled

Posted by Sally Clark on Tuesday, December 9, 2008, In : poetry 


Swaddled, sheltered, bound,
holy family wrapped in palms
an oasis of wonder in a desert of dust.


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Light

Posted by Sally Clark on Tuesday, December 2, 2008, In : poetry 


Only in the dark,
only in the dim
gloom of suffering
can Light be seen,
at the end of the tunnel,
in the crack in the door,
in the manger bed,
the promise of hope.

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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.

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