Time so finite, brilliance so fleeting.
Find the room in this flux to be cold
To be new inside oneself standing here
And hungry for a dream state.
Find the place in this flux to shiver and see.
There is no repeating of minutes
And desire for dreamlight is urgent:
Take Irish mist from the sea into your veins.
There is no repeating of minutes
And the North Atlantic will not stop its ebb, its
breaking on brilliant high cliffs into mist.
Take inside of you that Irish mist rising at Slieve League
To stir art from this percussion.
The North Atlantic will not stop its ebb and flow
breaking on quartzite cliffs into mist
Be new inside oneself standing here
Let the mist stir your blood from this percussion.
Time so finite, brilliance so fleeting.
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Constance Jean Clark is a retired high school honors and AP literature teacher, former business owner, and former national trade magazine editor. She recently published the poem “Sticks & Stones” in the Moonstone Press Sylvia Plath Remembrance collection. She attended the Iowa Writers’ Workshop summer poetry program in May 2023, and has recently attended Wallson Glass and The Writers Circle generative poetry workshops several times. Ms. Clark believes that the sapience and look back of emerging senior poets, their voices, are as rich and sharp as the raw imagery and confessions of younger poets coming out of the margins, and or just as important. Ms. Clark has a BA, MSJ, NJ Supervisor certification and Yoga Instructor certification. She lives and writes in central New Jersey, not far from her three children and two exuberant grandchildren.
