Seems
No one is listening
To what I say.
Let it go, let it be
Resting in the knowledge
I am here, I am all
I have to be.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

Seems
No one is listening
To what I say.
Let it go, let it be
Resting in the knowledge
I am here, I am all
I have to be.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019


I have seen you are with me
You have been my sole companion
On this trip, this journey.
Never alone, my heart, my soul
Feel your gentle breath
Breathing.
At peace, I am feeling
Your hand in mine leading
Keeping.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

Conspiracy comes and flows
Taking breath
Out of control
No one knows who to trust
Where safe lives
Or
Whether the world
As we know it
Will turn to dust.
Conspiracy shows
She has no mercy
Reigning ruthlessly
Laughing at despair
Smirking
At courtesy.
Conspiracy destroys
Undermines
The beauty of innocence
And
Tenderness becomes
An unimaginable crime.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

I know the difference
Between frozen and tropical land
I know light is not dark
And dark is not light.
I know the difference
Between morning and evening light
The difference is obvious
They are not alike.
But the in-between is hazy
Not easy to read
A conundrum for sure
Not darkness nor light
It seems.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

I mustn’t tell
The things I know
Keep them secret
No one else
Should ever know.
Let them be
Secrets known only
To me
Don’t let the world see
These secrets
I keep inside of me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

A wall of many trees stand
Stand in front of me
There may be a way
Around
Squeezing thru, in-between.
Many trees stand
Protecting me
From what dwells beyond
Unforeseen.
Canopy overtop, shading
Letting only a few rays
Of burning sun thru
To drop.
Taking the impact
Of a lightning strike
Hear the thunder crash
As a mighty tree falls
Out of sight.
Little ones will take its place
Loved
Nurtured by large ones
Standing, guarding, protecting
In this place.
As full circle round
Does nature go
Where many trees stand
Like a wall
All in a row.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

For all I know
It could be not a thing
In a abyss of something.
For all I know
I’m not here.
For all I know
This is a dream
I’ve dreamt before.
But who keeps score
No one
For all I know.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

I go to write
Listening for the words to form
Pictured in my mind they come
They take their form
On the page they rest
Now said, now wrote.
I thank the presence
That brought them to my mind
Formed the thoughts to convey
And then
Without another word
Quietly slipped away.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

I haven’t got the answer
Don’t know what is the fight
But standing, hands on hips
Feet planted on the ground
Ready to fight and stand
Stand my ground.
Fight for
What I know is good
And what I know is right
Guess that’s my answer
Guess that’s my fight.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019