Pocket Poems


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One of Sally's poems was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2017

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All poems by Sally Clark 

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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.


 Over 46,000 copies sold!


Where's My Hug?
a lift-the-flap board book
for ages 2-5.
Written by Sally Clark
Illustrated by Estelle Corke
Published by Hachette Book Group
and Silver Medal winner
of a 2015
Moonbeam Children's Book Awards


Browsing Archive: April, 2009


Posted by Sally Clark on Thursday, April 30, 2009, In : poetry 

Waiting feels so heavy,
so sad, somehow, not
knowing why, just a slow
simmer that never quite boils,
a lingering in limbo, a
question with no one to ask.

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Spring Trees

Posted by Sally Clark on Sunday, April 26, 2009, In : poetry 

How many shades of green,
from dusty juniper to silvered birch to forest elm,
from boxwood brights to watery moss to jolly daffodils,
in four seasons and in between
watch us with their easy eyes,
their restful, sighing branches and
wonder at how many shades of skin
we walking, jogging, hurrying humans
travel in?

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Posted by Sally Clark on Thursday, April 23, 2009, In : poetry 

When he was small, my father said,
he rocked along in the back seat of
a car that carried food, water, and gasoline
in the trunk;
past stretching native meadows
of blue perfume as far as his
young eyes could see,
a narrow road passing through
fields of heaven's waving scepters.

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Posted by Sally Clark on Wednesday, April 22, 2009, In : poetry 

End of the day
tiny feet push pedals
tired hands hold steady
a young life learning
to navigate
life's dusty road.

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Aloe Vera Plant

Posted by Sally Clark on Saturday, April 18, 2009, In : poetry 

Thick, spiky leaves
a sickly yellow;
spotted, drying from
the outside in;
my tangled tongueful
of hurtful words,
shadowed by a Cross.

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Resurrection Dessert

Posted by Sally Clark on Monday, April 13, 2009, In : poetry 

This, then, is
how we live now -
with every good
and sweet
blessing in life -
His body given
to taste and enjoy -
the One from whom
all goodness flows.

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Posted by Sally Clark on Sunday, April 12, 2009, In : poetry 

Tell the good news!
Like a child in the sun,
Skip! with feet that are swift
and springing with joy!
That all the world might see
the freedom holy blood has bought!
Do not be slow!
The grave is empty!
The earth alive with
Easter's elation!

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Posted by Sally Clark on Saturday, April 11, 2009, In : poetry 

Maundy Thursday
Good Friday
Easter Sunday but
no name for Saturday;
no name for this
thorny grief that sweeps
and tears and bludgeons;
no name for such
battering of the heart
and hope.

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Good Friday

Posted by Sally Clark on Saturday, April 11, 2009, In : poetry 

The prisoners wait
the blue just beyond
the cool within reach
forgiveness and forever
draped limp upon
a guilting cross.

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Fig Tree Bud

Posted by Sally Clark on Tuesday, April 7, 2009, In : poetry 

Trust is such a tiny thing,
such a wound-tight-in-hope thing,
such a fearful thing to open up
into the world;
trust is a vulnerable greenness
bursting from Winter's wood,
a heart stretched gingerly towards God,
trusting that He is good.

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Posted by Sally Clark on Monday, April 6, 2009, In : poetry 

Worship is not so much words spoken,
but an attitude of the heart,
a waiting of the mind,
a silencing of the body;
it is a joyful dance within the soul
that He exists and that He loves.

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Welcome Sign

Posted by Sally Clark on Thursday, April 2, 2009, In : poetry 

Black wrought iron twisted and shaped
into a greeting, a house, a heart;
strength molded and formed as
a simple gift from deep within the earth
and received on my birthday,
rooted in her curly laughter,
twirling and entwining memories
of happy years together

I keep it hanging by the back door,
friendlier than the front,
where family more than friends enter,
passing by the remembrance of
her strongly cheerful spirit.

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Fruits of the Spirit: Self-Control

Posted by Sally Clark on Wednesday, April 1, 2009, In : poetry 

Not to be eaten peeled or whole,
lemons must be sliced,
squeezed, or grated,
the bitter taste of self-control
needs sweetening for digestion;
tart strength preserving
a zest that might
otherwise be wasted.

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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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