George Elliott Clarke

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“Self-Composed” by George Elliott Clarke
from the 2017 Poem in Your Pocket Day booklet

It’s today

That I can see

Daisies play

At being me.

 

Beaming gold,

They bend and sway—

Limber, bold,

Anarchic, gay.

 

Holding out

Their leaves like hands,

They don’t shout

Or make demands.

 

They’re quiet,

Quite, but not shy:

Their riot

Is their beauty.

 

If I seem

A weed to some

Eyes, I dream—

And flower I am.

Originally from Lasso the Wind: Aurélia’s Verses & Other Poems (Nimbus Publishing 2013)

“To Pablo” by George Elliott Clarke
from the 2016 Poem in Your Pocket Day booklet

In school, I hated poetry—those skinny,

Malnourished poems that professors love;

The bad grammar and dirty words that catch

In the mouth like fishhooks, tear holes in speech.

Pablo, your words are rain I run through,

Grass I sleep in.

Originally from Whylah Falls (Gaspereau Press Ltd)