Sarah Elizabeth Clark
Biography of Sarah Elizabeth Clark
Sarah Elizabeth Clark Poems
Broken free, the butterfly spreads upon a flower, Bountiful colors appearing in her flushed wings, Rustling with the slight, warmest of breezes, Too fragile to breathe outwards.
The Cliche Of The Hourglass And Sand
We exist in between time, Like the sand in the hourglass, Time on all sides.
I will know love because of, not in spite of, my flaws. You will pacify mine and I will rectify yours,
Morality was choice-less, a decision not so free. A rule made to impress on me the way the world should be.
Night envelops, Falling darkness. Lamb asleep, Resting innocent.
I’m glad to be awake for once, finding you in my bed by chance. Brushing the sleep from my cloudy eyes; smiling, before I shed my morning disguise.
Imagine please, a circus tent, in strong wind the pegs are bent. But everyone will face the storm, to see how all the stars perform.
Wine, My Love
My neuroses wash away in a sea of red. When night runs clean, the sea it takes me. We are all alive, but everything is dead, Crushed, torn, oozing.
Cheap cologne is an all consuming smell but yours was subtle seductive
I expect genius To be great and raw Modern.
The little roadside crosses, made of wood, found in grief by parents and friends, woken in their sleep
The dogs breathe heavily beneath cracked waves in pale, still water. Light hits a diamond in the grass and sunshine stems from the field.
Before you were intelligent you spouted taught beliefs and ambitions, you cherub, of all things, apple, puppet.
Enlighten and embolden me, freedom of the Earth’s breeze. My heart is a bohemian leader but my mind is conflicted,
The dogs breathe heavily
beneath cracked waves in pale, still water.
Light hits a diamond in the grass
and sunshine stems from the field.
Fairies and dragons flutter
from one empty space to the next.
In a willowy network of cover,
there is a grove in the shade.
Lion’s manes spring from the ground