Contributor: Robin Clark

Robin, born in Talent Oregon, now resides in Bellevue, a community outside of Seattle Washington. She is a published poet, OP-ED writer and Children's story author. She is currently in partnership with a composer who has asked her to write the book for his next musical. She is also being courted by assorted Directors to write a stage play and her dream is to leave a legacy in words, where you come to realize anything is possible.

We see you.And in the reflection of your courageWe will try to stay as strong. We see you.Make no doubt about your choices.Democracy is well worth the work. We see you.And though we cannot feel…

Feel free to step on someone’s toes,But only when you’re dancing.Feel free to skip rocks ‘cross the lake,When ‘neath the moon, romancing.Feel free, to say you do not like me.Feel free to throw your weight.But…

(Adrift, your heart, it floats away from me:Alone in thoughts; alone in time;Alone in memory.Our po’try unfamiliarAs I look to eyes I’ve known;To lose themselves in other worlds,And a time you’ve now outgrown) As if…

I lost my mind today;Somewhere on the shore;Where the jeweled Pacific rushes inTo wash away the horrors:Of noises brought from hatefulness;And lies to frighten old;And bitterness to bite you,Worse than the winter’s cold. I lost…

(I’m worn.I’m torn.And like porn,I’m left empty.Because…Because…Can’t you see?) Can’t you see the politics?Can’t you see the scams?Can’t you see the huntersSighting sacrificial lambs?Can’t you hear the bulletsClanking as they stack?Can’t you feel the pressuresSplitting…

“I spy, with my little eye,” Oh really, and what do you spy? He glistened and winked;And stopped to think;Then let out the longest sigh…“Well,” (with chortle and spark)“I spy the sky high above;Where every…

Allow the seas of changeRise up to greet your shore.Let its power cleanse the saltFrom your every sore.Let the morning fog carressYour every troubled thought.Take a new look at Democracy Denouncing untruths by the lot. Let…

Through time,Snowflakes fall on the limbs of the Evergreen:Glistening while they bring reflection.  Through time,We welcome new life;We say good-bye to old:Only to cherish what has beenOnly to hold the highest for what can be.…