Words

Words
Hurt
and
Heal

Hurl
them
at
random

And
they'll
stick
darts

In the
hearts
of
spirits

Souls
bearing
scars
with

tears
ripped
dripping
pain

Until
timely
counsel
words

Salve
Wounds
Bind
Hearts

And
heal the
hurt
made
Whole.

© Eleanor Clark
29 June 2013

Curbside Confessions

Curbside confessions
beneath moonlit
streetlamps.
Porch lights
flicker
to a cricket
chorus
and police sirens
wailing through
dusky air.
Words meander
back and forth;
glimpses
into a soul.
Time stands
a little still
and waits
for this
bewitched hour
of truth.

© Eleanor Clark
23 June, 2013

Naked Soul

My naked soul
lies in fragments
torn asunder
in a fit of rage.

The scars heal over
time and space
and in-between
the passing hours,
minutes, days.

A heart was broken
and left to die;
and stutteringly
to pump the life-blood
spirit on the floor.

A question asked
to trust another
and let them in to
see this naked, beating
heart and spirit mind.

An answer given
in breathless whisper.

Wait.

© Eleanor Clark
12 June, 2013

Longing

Longing
lasts,
quietly
seeping
through
light
and
dark
mirrored
hallways
where
conversations
linger
in
whispy
tendrils
'twining
round
and
round
my
soul
and heart.

© Eleanor Clark
12 June, 2013