Mirrored Friendship

They sat 

at midnight

whispering

out life's secrets

in tear-stained

hope and

pains,

joys amid

the words 

of dreaming

history.

Sisters two

alike and

different,

saw the other

momentarily

in clearer

likeness

despite the 

flaws of

rippled glass. 

Light reflects

when likeness

finds,

and magnifies

the good.

© Eleanor Clark

27 May, 2013

Asphyxiation

drowning
in the
oceans of
words pouring
down my
throat
into my
soul.
asphyxiating
slowly,
choking
on fattened
vowels and
dry consonants.
why do words
torture?
maim our
souls -
and leave
us gasping for breath.

© eleanor clark 12 may 2013

Fruit in Eden

The fruit
she plucked
in verdant Eden
was bland.
Only after
in desert
wilderness
amid the
heel-biting
serpents
was the fruit
sweet
and delicious
to the taste.

© Eleanor Clark 12 May 2013

Letters from God

Cracked
imperfect vessels
stood
laying hands
upon the
broken
fatigued;
weary-laden
soul.

With mortal
words they
spoke
and uttered
sacred love;
promises divine.
Salutations
from loving
Father
who knows
both
receiver
and giver
well.

He knows
what
balm to pour
from
stuttering lips
and hearts
to seal the cracks
and make
for a
moment
Heaven
amid mortality
and
the imperfect
whole.

© Eleanor Clark 10 May, 2013