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(Feeling) Gleeful

Giddy glad gladioli
gaily grow on
garden gates, graciously
graceful and gleeful.

Grand good gifts of
gems and ganache
gleam gold glitz,
glazing on glass.

 

© Hilary Clark ~ 11/21/17

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(Feeling) Powerless

Ensnared in a web of
ropes.
Trapped, I reach, crawl,
cower, cringe and claw.
This is not
real life.
It can’t be
real life.
Am I sleeping?
Am I
dreaming?
Tell me I’m sleeping.
This is only a
nightmare.

To be powerless is unfamiliar.
Time to wake up.

© Hilary Clark ~ 9/22/17

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Feeling…Frisky

Remember this?

Hopscotch, jump rope, playing in the garden.
Pinwheels, cartwheels, running through sprinklers.

Spinning til dizzy.

Tree climbing, freeze tag, racing downhill on roller skates.
Hide n seek, playing in the street, hands free bike riding.

No using the brakes.

Kickball, Red Rover, making mud pies.
Red Light, Green Light, bouncing on trampolines.

Giggling with imaginary friends.

All in one summer afternoon.

Frisky falls away when we grow up.

I double dog dare you to get it back.

 

© Hilary Clark ~ 8/2/17

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