Tree of Life

Dancing arms stretch to
sky, dip to ground,
swaying with the vagaries of
living.

Roots spread deep even as I
stretch to expand, evolve.
Bright bark, glowing,
reaching beyond what is
possible to what is
manifest.

Winds blow new thoughts,
old thoughts even as
earth holds me firm when
rain falls to quench my
thirst.

Sun rises, sets, and my
limbs catch
fire.

I am tree.
I am world.
I am life.

© Hilary Clark ~ December 17, 2021

My poems are inspired by my art.  See the piece that inspired this poem here.

(Feeling) Joy

Feeling joy is an inside
job, never coming from others
no matter what we believe.
Joy cannot be purchased,
borrowed, created, or pursued.
Joy lives in your heart,
lit up in technicolor glory,
vibrant, radiant,
bouncy,
like Tigger,
already, always present
if you only allow yourself to
feel it.

Feeling joy comes from
exercising compassion,
practicing generosity,
acknowledging connection,
and leading with love
so you create a reality
where anything is
possible even when
everything seems
impossible.

Feeling joy is your birthright.

Claim it.

© Hilary Clark ~ January 28, 2021

My poems are inspired by my art.  See the piece that inspired this poem here.

(Feeling) Depression

It all starts with feeling a little
blue. Shades of sky, cobalt, and
navy seep into my mind
like ocean waves.

The waves come to wash over
adversity, rejection, or loss.
Left to flow unchecked, the waves
grow larger, swamping the
happy times until

depression turns grey,
roiling like a stormy sea.

Buried deep, joy
reaches for the surface,
its fuchsia light flickering.

Depression loves its blues and
grey, even as joy fans its
fuchsia flame to
light the darkness

© Hilary Clark ~ November 11, 2020

My poems are inspired by my art.  See the piece that inspired this poem here.