Spring may be on the horizon, but we still have cold, stormy days. Robin Clark reflects in a poem.
About this poem, Robin Clark says, “We all have a story of loss…this was part of mine. Hoping this finds you with joy in your heart.”
About her poem, Robin Clark says, “America is a new America. The future is unknown, but I do feel hope. I do believe in us…it’s just the hoops we are yet to jump through, to…
It’s been a year of letting go–for all of us. I have watched all of you do it lovingly, truthfully and with a grace. I have seen some of you send your children off to…
You gave me life and safety,Bundled me in future’s light;Your sugared kisses brought a grinWhen I was fussy in my night. You let me hide and then uncoveredAll gifts you knew I had.You reminded me…
I am an old pirate; I’m sailing alone.My treasure, long buried, where once was my home.My battles, no longer, just storms on the sea;With my head ‘bove the water, tryin’ to keep hold of me:‘Nother…
Children under a table;Unable…To scream;Unable…To make sense–Of what seems–We do not care.We cannot share in these tears,Of murdered years,Left on the table…Unable. Children, meant to sing out;Instead,Bullets ring outWith no warning.In mourningWe march the dirge;Where…
She took across the desert, As the Queen atop her beast:Dizzied by the monsters,Crossing over from the East. Like locusts, they ate of the land:The souls of native men.Leaving orts of carnage in their path;Hearts…
