KRISTA
VOWELL CLARK
COUNTRY GIRL
I stumbled upon
some mud today, while making memories, with my new best friend.
His fondness for
cold, wet dirt, just never seems to come to an end.
Squishy feelings
arose in my heart, as we rolled around vicariously.
He might be small,
but he is quick; he followed me, right up a tree!
Mommy's probably
gonna be mad, that we've made ourselves into such a mess.
What do you expect
from a COUNTRY GIRL; I wouldn't be caught in a clean dress!
Someday I'll look
back on this day, and laugh uncontrollably.
If not for times
like this, how could I write poetry?
ADVENTUROUS RIDE
We begged,
fearless Uncle T, to take us on an
ADVENTUROUS RIDE.
Ali quickly
grabbed the window seat; Ciara plopped down, by his side.
He floored it through
a vegetable garden and knocked several blossoming bushes down.
Then zoomed and
vroomed over concrete sidewalks, in one
of the busiest parts of town.
While racing along
a winding road, a screeching siren forced the car to a halting stop.
Uncle T was issued
a hefty speeding ticket, from an
extremely indignant cop.
Once home, Mother
inquisitively inquired, about Mr.
Wilson's, toppled, exotic tree.
Our precious faces
looked virtuously innocent ... with the exception of Uncle T!
CORNFLOWER BLEU
Haunting memories
constantly play in the minut creases of my bewildered mind.
Fiercely fighting
against demons that continously dance until my thoughts appear to have
committed a crime.
Born with what
they say is a chemical imbalance within my desolate brain.
Diagnosis proved,
yet I curiously question, if I'm feverishly going completely insane.
Inquisitively I
search within harsh memories, for days I wasn't constantly feeling CORNFLOWER BLEU.
Depression is a
horrendous disease that keeps you from simply, just being you.
Rude, hurtful
people pass judgement because their eyes
cannot see within your wretched soul.
They are oblivious
to the mere fact, inside, you're completely opposite of someone made
believingly whole.
Medications have
way too many side effects that grotesquely morph your outer being.
Toxic chemicals
make you want to not believe exactly what you are seeing.
Counselors can
flap their jaws until every single, mooing cow comes galloping home.
Unless you walk a
mere mile in my dusty, rugged shoes, your inadvertent advice won't earn me a
throne.
So exactly what,
is a person to do, that suffers with this inescapable disease?
Straighten your
crown, compose your mindbending thoughts and approach each glorious day, with
ease.
KRISTA VOWELL CLARK
KRISTA
VOWELL CLARK puts emotions from life experiences, into written words.
Her poetry is a personal form of expression and at the same time, a release to
free herself of pent up emotions, in hopes of making the reader feel present
and experience them, with her. She
strives to encourage and give hope to the reader. Krista is the 2016 Realistic
Poetry International Contest winner. In her free time she mentors up and coming
young poets and is an avid volunteer for
many causes in her community, where she resides in Virginia. Krista has been
published in Raven Cage Ezine, The Poetry Community, Tuck Magazine, Scarlet
Leaf Review, Peeking Cat Poetry and many other literary publications.
Congratulations Author Krista Vowell Clark on yet another credit to your endless expressions of poetic reason and rhymes. Your poetry will always stand the test of time. May your ink forever flow fine as vintage wine. Pittsburgh Author Renee' Drummond-Brown (Renee's Poems with Wings are Words in Flight).
ReplyDeleteKrista's poems are written in colorful words that make you feel as if you were there with her. She is unashamed of writing about her own personal pain, which takes much courage sometimes. A Very talented poet. She will bring awareness, and compassion to the pain of taboo topic, not talked openly about. Helping others know they are not alone!!! A poet with a bright future in Writing. Barbara Suen
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