Browsing Archive: July, 2009
Posted by Sally Clark on Saturday, July 25, 2009,
In :
poetry
 Each stroke of
minty freshness
scrubs away sins
of a careless mouth;
God's cleansing forgivness
brightening our smiles
and freshening
our lives.
Continue reading ...
Posted by Sally Clark on Wednesday, July 22, 2009,
In :
poetry
 Cornflower sky blooms
from the earth; periwinkle
waves of moonlight in
an ocean of leaves. Continue reading ...
Posted by Sally Clark on Tuesday, July 21, 2009,
In :
poetry
 Freedom feels so far away,
this libery draped land of
gleaming opportunty, striped
in star-spangled independence,
slipping slowly from our grasp.
Continue reading ...
Posted by Sally Clark on Friday, July 17, 2009,
In :
poetry
 Sometimes it seems
the older we get
the more quiet we
crave, listening
more closely
for the call to
come home.
Continue reading ...
Posted by Sally Clark on Thursday, July 16, 2009,
In :
poetry
 a dry dark faith
a wet cool God
in between
a stone angel
prays for things with
feathers Continue reading ...
Posted by Sally Clark on Wednesday, July 15, 2009,
In :
poetry
 Why does the purple sage bloom
in the middle of a drought; dusty
silverleafs bursting with sweet-bee
cocktails; wild Texas Rangers
chuckling at the forecasted
deficiency of clouds; a joke held
too long inside, now ruptured into
the wavering heat? Continue reading ...
Posted by Sally Clark on Tuesday, July 14, 2009,
In :
poetry
 Angry trunk waving,
enough is enough;
when tomorrow comes,
you can buy more stuff.
Until it is then,
now it is stopped;
don't bother to knock,
we're not in the shop! Continue reading ...
Posted by Sally Clark on Monday, July 13, 2009,
In :
poetry
 Narrow stone walls
keep eyes moving forward;
the shining promised land
at the end of our passage. Continue reading ...
Posted by Sally Clark on Sunday, July 12, 2009,
In :
poetry
 Summer's bright blades
slice loose soil,
tentacle packed ground,
cushion my steps with
restful courage. Continue reading ...
Posted by Sally Clark on Friday, July 10, 2009,
In :
haiku
 Faith's journey is
a rocky path littered with
bright blossoms. Continue reading ...
Posted by Sally Clark on Wednesday, July 8, 2009,
In :
poetry
 Cocklebur orbs
in shiny green grass;
tiny assassins;
miniscule lance. Continue reading ...
Posted by Sally Clark on Tuesday, July 7, 2009,
In :
poetry
 In chalk flowers
and big letter,
the skip-happy pink
and blue poem of
being four years old
is how we know that
God loves joy. Continue reading ...
 Hop scotch spots
dot the yard;
summer time sun
swimming in shade. Continue reading ...
Posted by Sally Clark on Saturday, July 4, 2009,
In :
poetry
 A tractor to work,
some seed and faith
that God is good and
right is not wrong. 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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