Jennifer L Clark

Jennifer L Clark Feb 2020

RAIN

Nothing to do
No one to see
Bleak and wet is the Earth
Rain, Rain, Rain
Falling, Falling, Falling
All around us in the forest.

I walk to the edge of the river bank
Dark swirling, churning water
Like chocolate milk, roaring over stump and stone
The forest is alive with sounds
Thunder booming, Lighting striking
Leaves drip, drip, dripping down on fallen leaves.

I turn and face the mighty Oaks
I smile at the Elms, their boughs whipping in the wind
Silence endures
Nothing to do
No one to see
Bleak and wet I am
Rain, Rain, Rain
Falling, Falling, Falling
I am, back wards into the
Swirling, Churning Water...

2020 (C) Jennifer L. Clark

Jennifer L Clark Feb 2020

The Void

When darkness engulfs my world
and the war inside my head rages on
I look for you on the battlefield, you are not there.

The pounding drums in my brain
resonate with my heartbeat, neither in tune
You start my day off with mean words
Then leave me to my will

There is no mercy in your voice, no empathy
just your way, your words, your house
I am but a mere shadow, a grey shell of a mouse
I can not forget, I can not let it be

You pull the shroud over me and only lift it
When it is convenient for you, your will to give the light
I am done. I am spent for the last time.

When darkness comes again, I will submit
I will let the war go on and fight you in my mind,
with my heart and soul...

I will seek you on the battlefield and not stop, until
The darkness consumes or I reach the realm of light.

(c) Jennifer L. Clark

Jennifer L Clark Feb 2020

Snow Fall

I long for winter and it's silent kiss
when the world is white and pure
for the ugliness of the bleak forest
is magically transformed over night into
diamond sparkles of pristine peace.

No tracks to be seen of any kind
nothing but white fluffy clouds that cover the land
and nestle on the tree boughs and
cover in ice and silence all the woodland brooks.

I long for winter and it's silent kiss
for with the snow comes a silence
that drowns out the busy noise of the world
and casts a spell of tranquility
for those who take the time
to drink it in...

Take time to stop, rest a moment in the wonder of the world...

Jennifer L Clark Feb 2020

Breath of Life

Time has a way of turning the tables
    as I await a new generation's arrival
I remember like yesterday, lying here
     breathing heavy with your life force

Time has come full circle, my baby's
     having a baby...
I stand guard, eyeing her lover
     making sure he does his part
I watch the Dr., nursing staff and monitors
     eyeing them all like a hawk, guarding her fledgling

I wonder in awe at the amazing strength of my daughter
     I cry for the love between her and her lover
Time has come, with a steady hum and a push
     Amazing Grace! Now he is here...

Time has stopped for a moment, waiting on his first
     breath of life...

Roman Micah, Welcome to the Word!!

To have been there for the birth of our first Grandson, nothing can compare.

Jennifer L Clark Feb 2020

Wasted

As the song plays on the radio
filling my eyes with memories on my daily drive,
your face I see, in the windshield
smiling back at me.

Its been so long since you left
I never meant to forget you.
Like this lost song, never played
you come flooding back to me.

Oh how I long to feel your embrace
smell your sweet sweet scent and hold you close

Why today? Why now? Its been 10 years...

Those thoughts, died on her lips as
lights shined and whirled all around her
Thoughts of him swallowed her up and
in his embrace she was safe and finally
free...

Jennifer L Clark Feb 2019

Valentine

Today I witnessed a most peculiar phenomenon...

The most men in a store, together deep in thought
that I ever did see.

Fumbling and flipping through cards all the while mumbling to themselves and one another with puzzled expressions on their humble faces.

They were questioning and battling with inner heartstrings and demons to be sure to get the right card and then head into the next isle to seek out the best gift.

Again, the men I watched, silently from a distance as they touched and read, smelled and puzzled over stuffed animals, candles, chocolate and one brave man even picked up a pair of socks with hearts.

So much fuss. So much confusion. Yet every man of every race and job classification sat or stood together in unison, for that perfect gift of love, for their Valentine.

Jennifer L Clark Feb 2019

Lost in a Cloud

Tis a long but forgotten thing, penning out ones thoughts while being alone with oneself. Never enough time to be alone.  Oh how paper and pen in hand,  made me feel so alive, more alive then actual living.

I could sit for hours and stare into the soulless world, with out a care
     then my pen in hand, write a endless symphony that flowed
     effortlessly from my heart and mind like water over rocks.

I felt alive in a way that only another writer could know. I rarely visit myself here and feel as if...

     I am lost in a cloud.