(Feeling) Isolated

We moved cross country in the
middle of a pandemic to
self-isolate and shelter in
place.

We wonder if there are
neighbors in the
houses on our new street.

No one is out.

We are not alone in feeling
isolated. Adults miss
co-workers they dislike.
Kids miss school classes they
hid under covers to avoid.

Isolation slices at the universal connection we share.
There is distance between us.

No hugs.

No shared laughter over a
bottle of wine at a
favorite restaurant.

Each on our own
desert island, wondering if
we’ll ever return.

© Hilary Clark ~ May 29, 2020

 

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

(Feeling) Grief

Grief is pain.
Alternating waves of
raw, naked heart strings and
numb shock, eyes
glazed under a
sea of tears.

Every nerve ending
screams,
denying the loss.
Denying.
Denying.
Denying.

With clenched fists,
Grief repeats its own
mantra – No, no, no, it
can’t be true – skipping on the
jagged edge of anguish.

Feeling grief, it’s absorbed into the
bones, the flesh, the
heart, the soul.
Grief never really leaves.
It becomes a part of the
one left behind, building a
new synapse connection in the
mind, always present until

Until the one left
behind is the one
being grieved.

© Hilary Clark ~ February 26, 2020

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

(Feeling) Dynamic

Dynamite!
Big, bold, bright!
Playing big,
Don’t ya dig?

Moving to a strong drum beat,
Shuffle, shuffle, stomp your feet.
Projecting huge,
Influence, a deluge.

Feeling dynamic in this life
Doesn’t mean there is no strife.
But living large
Creates an electric charge.

Make an impact.
Remove all lack.
Bring in change
To increase your range.

Dynamite!
Big, bold, bright!
Playing big,
Don’t ya dig?

 

© Hilary Clark ~ 12/19/19

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