Soul Destruction

Some days
are soul destroying
in forms
and words that
define one's life -
when it's just
easier to succumb
to grief
frustration
anger
pain.

Some days
you just don't
care that one
day things
will
work out
because right
now in the
darkness you
cannot see
the way out
from all the
uncertainty.

And in the
darkness
and the pain
I see
the soul -
burning away
all the
roughness
until only
pure light
remains.

© Eleanor Clark
15 January 2014

Deadly Words

The music made
With words
trickled down
Her skin like
Perfumed night,
jasmine-scented
Twilight shadows
Twisting through
Her veins like
Icy nightshade.

Such were his
Words in tender
Heartbeats uttered.
Never had
'I loved you'
Killed so
Accurately -
So deadly
In a moment.

© Eleanor Clark
9 January 2014

untitled - 30 December 2013

What tales the earth
could tell if lips
she had to whisper
of lovers paused
to watch a sunset
glow or a woman
at a well long
grown over with
mildewed moss
and green upon
the grass where children
ran and played to
chase a squirrel
up a tree that
dropped an acorn
grown to giant
height where a
man was hung
for the colour
of his skin.
Oh earth could weep
if eyes she had,
with blood
they'd run through
Eden's idyllic
streams -
where serpent's
tongue held moment's
sway and bitter-joyous
choice was wrung
in favour for our gain.

© Eleanor Clark
30 December 2013

Joy Cometh in the Morning

Joy -
it comes after
angry, seething
sobbing nights

sometimes at
morning's first
light, but -

sometimes in
twilight
midnight
moments

in retrospect
the answers
come and
God has
heard and
still

in unexpected
calm and
peace
the billows fade
obscurely
by.

© Eleanor Clark
28 December 2013