Browsing Archive: January, 2009
Posted by Sally Clark on Saturday, January 31, 2009,
In :
poetry
 Deep mysteries at twilight;
a quiet romance at sunrise;
hungering for stories,
we live from one line to
the next, wondering
what pathos or glee
He will write
on to our pages...
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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 Continue reading ...
Posted by Sally Clark on Monday, January 26, 2009,
In :
poetry
Working late into the night,
I feel myself begin to slump,
to slide, chin in my hands,
elbows to my knees,
knees to the floor.
Seems the princess is now
a pumpkin, once again,
slumbering under a
starry sky, round and
seeded with dreams.
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Posted by Sally Clark on Saturday, January 24, 2009,
In :
poetry
 Born from deep within the Earth,common carbon pressurized,
diamonds have no intrinsic value
except in the eyes of those
who see in their translucent depths
the full spectrum of colors,
the sparkling reflection of the Son,
the most unconquerable substance
in all the world.
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Posted by Sally Clark on Wednesday, January 21, 2009,
In :
poetry
A history making day,
I prayed, that God,
through Christ,
would love our nation,
forgive our sins,
show mercy to us all.
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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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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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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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Posted by Sally Clark on Tuesday, January 6, 2009,
In :
poetry
 In the place where the lumps fit
the bumps of my body,
where the ceiling fan
is white noise,
the pillow cases smell
of his after shave and
the wedding quilt warms
my cold feet;
waits my home,
waits my warm,
waits my bed.
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Posted by Sally Clark on Monday, January 5, 2009,
In :
poetry
 Maybe life is like a clock;
periodically a painful winding
followed by days of
measured steadiness,
the peaceful heartbeat of
quietly passing time. Continue reading ...
Posted by Sally Clark on Friday, January 2, 2009,
In :
poetry
God fills the silence of a new year
with Himself; draws me to Him;
sunlight slanting down
into the darkness;
breezes shimmering
the water's face,
a small fish peers towards
the wavering surface of
a world he cannot breathe. Continue reading ...
| 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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