Jennifer L Clark: Poems

676 · Feb 2016

Jennifer L Clark Feb 2016

I arise to start my day
     yawning and yearning to stay in bed.
The sun has yet to shed his light and
     so by the moons fading glow,
          I gaze out my window at the misty meadow...smokey and grey.

My mood does change more sour as
      I feel the damp cold darkness tug at my soul.
For I know things come running from out of the mist
     the things that come a running never miss...

I shudder then shower and dress... ready for the day.
     I head for the door, once again feeling the chill of the mist,
          even as the sun starts up his burning fire...

As I head down my drive I can barely see the sun
     but I notice the mist is starting to burn
          and I hear the call of the cat tails from within the swampy marsh.
I begin to calm my fears but I can still feel the chill
     and shudder yet again...
Then from the gloom I hear the mist scream out as the sun's
     warm rays start to penetrate it's smokey gloom.

I almost reach the bend in the road on my drive;
     then my phone begins to ring
           I fumble for it and look away...
From the edge of nowhere...it was lurking...lingering
    waiting...running came the misty moan
          I hear it but its too late...there is no sun here.

For I know things come running from out of the mist
     and the things that come a running never miss...
I'm shuddering and cold and know I too am one
                 that disappeared in the marsh... below the meadow
                                   with the misty moan...

                                                                          JLCL (c)

618 · Feb 2016

For my son

Jennifer L Clark Feb 2016

For my son

Time doesn't remove the hurt, it just helps it to heal.
There are many stepping stones on our path called life,
they either help us along, delay our progress, or dump us on our ***...

We learn a lesson from all the stones but it's the Rocks, you see that keep us going...

Rocks are the ones we can't move or step on. We pass them by, climb on them, sit in their shadows, and leave them behind.

Then some where on our journey we turn around and in the distance; we can see them towering above our broken path, waving us on or welcoming us home...

JLCL aka Jennifer L. Clark (c) 2/2016

437 · Feb 2016

Warrior

Jennifer L Clark Feb 2016

Warrior

I felt the love of God today
  it tugged roughly on my heart...
With tears in my eyes I leaned in to kiss our Warrior's brow.

His breath was slow and shallow
   like a gentle summer breeze caressing my cheek.
As we all waited and watched our giant Warrior became silent and still.

We stood vigilantly by his side
   hand and hand softly crying each fighting our own storm.
God's breath touched our Warrior and then silently softly
    called him home.

Whisked away on angel wings to Heavens' Keep
      to help reign and watch over us all.

JLCL (c) 2013

I find myself changing words around when I go to share...For better or worse I put a piece of me out here for you to sample...I feel a part of my soul goes as well...

393 · Jan 2016

ALONE

Jennifer L Clark Jan 2016

ALONE

ALONE

Sometimes I sit alone in utter darkness...
The sun is shining and I see happiness all around me.
I can't share in it, my soul is sad...Distracted.
The light laughter can not penetrate my mood.

I feel like an Eagle that can not fly.
Sad as a sparrow who can not sing.
I run and I run to reach the right path...
and smack into a glass wall that peers into a forest.

It's beautiful and vast...but I can not express my joy...

Jennifer Lynn Clark 2016 (c)

I recently entered the Walt Whitman Poetry Contest...I await on pens and writings...

374 · Feb 2016

**THE OFFERING**

Jennifer L Clark Feb 2016

**THE OFFERING**

She hums to herself as makes her way to the alter
Cloaked in grey with trembling hands she approaches
With out looking at the Father, she speaks...

10 pieces of silver to atone for my sins
a gold coin for every death delivered by my hand
1 red ruby for the blood shed for me
and the feather of a dove...
In hope that Peace will soon find me.

JLCL

I've written a lot of poems, quotes, and scratched out thoughts on paper; but never shared. A part of me...apart of you...is always lost when we write.

287 · Feb 2017

LET IT GO

Jennifer L Clark Feb 2017

LET IT GO

I LISTEN TO THE WORDS OF THE PREACHER
    BUT I ONLY HEAR MY SINS
          CRYING, LAUGHING, PLACING ME ELSEWHERE.

I WONDER WHERE I WILL END UP?
     KNOWING GOD ONLY KNOWS
          I HAVE TO CHANGE, I HAVE TO STOP IT...
                                         END IT.

"The Lord confides in those who fear Him; He makes His covenant known to them." ~Ps. 25:14~

I SIT UPON A ROCK OF LIES
     AS I WATCH THE SUN SET DOWN
          I NEVER WANTED THIS TO HAPPEN,
                   NOT EVEN ONCE...

IT DID AND I THOUGHT IT WAS LOVE
     TRUE LOVE, NOW I KNOW DIFFERENT
            I SEE AND FEEL THE DIFFERENCE
                     THAT WHICH BEFORE NOW...I WAS BLIND TO.

IT'S SUNDAY AGAIN...I LISTEN TO THE PREACHER
     HIS WORDS FALL UPON MY EARS LIKE A DRUM
               BEATING LOUDLY
                           TARING OUT MY HEART.

THE MUSICAL NOTES FROM THE CHOIR
              GENTLE, CALMING WORDS OF PEACE
                            IN A SONG

THEIR VOICES BLEND TOGETHER, SOOTHING MY PAIN
     SETTING MY EMOTIONS FREE
                   TEARS FALL LIKE RAIN FROM MY EYES

TEARS THAT ROLL AND DROP
     ON TO THE OPEN PAGES OF MY HYMNAL
                SLIGHTLY BLURRING THE CONTENT

"Let's All Pray Together on Our Knees"

I'M NOT SINGING
     FOR MY SOUL IS IN DISCONTENT
                  THE DEVIL'S IN MY MIND AND HE WANT TO GO

MY HEART, ON THE OTHER SIDE, WANTS TO STAY
     IT IS SAYING, STAY...LISTEN...LET HIM GO~

Jennifer L. Lowman (C) 2017

158 · Feb 2019

Lost in a Cloud

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.

150 · Feb 2019

Valentine

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.

130 · Feb 2020

The Void

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

119 · Feb 2020

RAIN

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

99 · Feb 2020

Wasted

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...

98 · Feb 2020

Snow Fall

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...

97 · Feb 2020

Breath of Life

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.

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