"The List"
Still In Love
Poetry Tells Us
Evening Sounds
Four Haiku
Men and Women are the Same
Early Morning Beach
Intermission at the Opera
Morning Sun
Street Scene
Spring on the Beach
The Moth (Eng. & Chinese)
The Red Sunset
Poems by Alexandra Allard





Poetry Tells Us

Poetry tells us how we feel,
how sunset makes us sad
that another day has slipped
into the shadow of our memory.

How demons slither unbidden
from foreboding black
as we wake in uncertain light
to wait for daylight's protection.

How a quiet hummingbird
hovering at a flower sparks
our inner desire to unravel
the fabric of the universe.

How uneasy morning news
of roadside bombs and armour
fails to protect us against
well-oiled global power politics.

How an old couple hobbles
slowly across the street and we,
patient with our destiny, watch
a robin search for worms.

How our neighbours' dog
got loose and ran, and ran,
freely sniffing every scent
and didn't see the quiet car.

How the sun flashes
from a soaring seagull
and small waves shush
on receptive sand.

Poetry tells us how we feel
as the universe parades
to reveal Its smallest stars
and monstrous black holes.

Mark Clement - Sept. 19, 2007