It all started when I first heard these sweet melodies
A piano being played, fingers gently touching the keys
I was standing in a meadow away from houses and streets
The tunes I heard were played from very old music sheets
In my mind I picture a beautiful old fashioned girl
Seems like she lived in another time, another world
I go back to the meadow every chance I can get away
All I want, almost need is to hear those melodies play
Author Eileen Clark 2023
Published on https://spillwords.com/
I watched my snowman melt today in the sun
For a little kid like me that sure wasen't fun
We got to be friends while I was making him
Like he told me he wanted a hat with a brim
He asked me for a nose that was a real carrot
At night he and rabbits could nibble and share it
I gave him my old wool scarf that was wearing a bit thin
And big brown buttons I found in my mom's sewing tin
I used little stones to give him a big happy smile
They all fell to the ground left atop a large snow pile
He's melting slowly away with each sunny day
I think about him every night when I start to pray
I don't understand, it was all so very subtle
I lost my snowman friend to a big round puddle
Author Eileen Clark 2023
Waking up this morning to a dark and dreary day
It was cloudy, so gloomy and dismally gray
It's damp in my house, cold air seeps throughout
A day for staying in bed, of this I have no doubt
Slipping back down under my covers for a bit longer
The rain turning to sleet and the wind getting stronger
Weather like this usually turns into a deep freeze
The barometer on my porch shows it's just nine degrees
Later in the day a dazzling sight of iced bushes and trees
Branches were bending and crackling in a frosty brisk breeze
Sparkling Icicle chimes was the sound from this winter splendor
Only a gift from the heavens above could be the sender
Author Eileen Clark
I wrote this one year ago in December of 2022
Image found on Pinterest
My hands are like lobsters claws
Just one of my many flaws
I can't pick up, hold onto or grab
That's why I've become such a crab
Because of the things I use to do
Like the ocean color I'm feeling blue
I now feel like a fish out of water
Like the desert, a home for an Otter
Still I have so many blessings
like the white sands near the sea
Someday I'm gonna be back to me
With pretty hands and arthritis free
Author Eileen Clark 2014
I have RA and that’s why I wrote this poem in 2014.
Image: Hand painted on reclaimed lobster trap wood from Florida keys
by Danielle Perry.
Look around, hear the pain in others voices You see they too were not given many choices Try to find something that you really enjoy doing Then do it and have something worth viewing
You have family, if not how about your friends If none then get a pet, they stay loyal to the end It's so easy to gripe, complane and shout You do that and friends you'll be without
So hears my recipe to be happy and stay sane Look around you, see others living life with pain So you just try it, what have you got to loose Live your life with laughter, it's yours to choose
Author Eileen Clark 2023
Picture of me and my daughter Valerie taken December 10, 2023
The poems I write might make you ill
I do not use a pen or quill
Truth be known, I use a crayon
And very little of my brain
The poems I write might make you ill
My empty head they do fill
But now and then I’ll get one right
And cherish it with all my might
Author Eileen Clark ~ 2010
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https://peopledevelopmentmagazine.com/2022/04/11/writing-career-tips/
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