We keep secrets
We hold them tight
Never exposed
To see the morning light.
We keep secrets
Silent, secretive
They speak not a word
Sometimes to the grave
They’re carried, never heard.
We keep secrets
Untold secrets
We grasp them tight
Feeling the burden
The weight not light.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Butterfly flutters
Breathing in sunlight
Going from left
To right
Landing on a flower
That feeds just right.
Beauty encompasses
Wings in flight
Staying still
Only a second
To take a taste
Of the drink of life.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
See the rings
The rings of life
See them circle
Bringing
Embracing life
Different colours
Different lines
Going round
Since
The beginning of time.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
When I look in the mirror
I see an old lady
Starring at me.
I agonize over
Whether she
Really likes me.
Does she think
Me silly
I can’t see.
But so want to tell her
I’m happy
She got to be an old lady
Just like me!
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Another day not the same
A cloud, a veil
Lifted
Now I see my terrain.
All is clear
My purpose, my direction
My refrain.
I sing and live
What gives me satisfaction
Gives me
A life to live.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Sun goes down
Into the evening sky
Leaving the moon to reflect it’s light
Into the water deep and blue
Turning it golden
Blood red too.
All is quiet in the evening sky
Birds ponder the reason why
As the sun now sinks
Beneath the ocean blue
Refreshing itself in waters deep, dark
Purely quiet too
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Wouldn’t it be nice
If the world laughed
No one cried and in the sea
No fish, no lives
No one
No one died.
Wouldn’t it be nice
If the world turned
Looking at itself
Making no excuses, no lies
Just told the truth
With open-hearted sighs.
Wouldn’t it be nice
If the world alone
Gave all the happiness
Needed to survive
Holding everyone in a grasp
So tender, so alive.
Wouldn’t it be nice, Wouldn’t it be nice
~ Patrice
*Please help STOP Shark Finning
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
In another place, another time
This lady
Was my nursery rhyme.
She held me close, she kept me far
She taught me to believe
In my star.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
He died today
But really
Tomorrow.
We said goodbye
With such
Great sorrow.
No heart could
Break
As much as ours.
We sobbed and sobbed
We knew there would be
No tomorrow.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
I feel the heaven and the lie
I know the answer I sigh
Nothing is respectful
Nor is it what I need to know
I cry
So I cry.
I see the heaven
I see the ocean’s die
I am part of the earth
Scotched, bleeding dry
That’s why, that’s when
I cry
So I cry
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
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