Pocket Poems


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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.


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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


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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.

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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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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

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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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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

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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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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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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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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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