The words sit silent
Waiting to take a place
On a page, part of a sentence
A paragraph
Or just fill an empty space.
Never know what they are to be
Where they’re coming from
Placed upon the page
Uttered
From a pulpit
Graced by the shinning sun.
No matter, there they come
No longer waiting
The words have found their purpose
Their place, on a page, a paragraph
A voice
Greeting the morning sun.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
The coldness covers and blossoms
Amongst dead and dying leaves
No heart is safe from these icy fingers
Embracing you, embracing me.
Covering, spreading across the land
Bringing cold some won’t withstand
Then it’s gone
Gone from the hidden, sleeping land.
Replaced by warmth growing
Flowering in the meadow, blooming in a tree
Another season guides life to expand
Spreading across this land
Thats’s in front of me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Hummingbird safe on your journey be
Many pleasures I’ve had watching ye
Time has come and I must let it be
Trust your flight south is a safe journey
In the cool fall light you make yourself ready
Ready for that long flight
Flower to flower do you fly
Sharing pollen, drinking til dry
Maybe next summer I’ll see you again
Humming beneath flowering stems
Drinking sweet nectar alongside some bees
Enjoying the warmth and raising a family
Right now though, all I see is a hummingbird
Getting ready for that phenomenal journey
Wishing you safe, wishing you well
Make it there and please, come back as well.
~ Patrice
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Sadness lingers giving a sad taste
Mental anguish holds memories in
Sadness’s wake.
This too will pass in future’s time
Overshadowed
By weeping and sad crying.
For now I hold my sadness near
All that’s left
Of one life so dear.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Hearing the world turn
Is
A wondrous thing.
The magic of the morning
The breath of spring
Calling forth summer and all that it brings.
Fall’s bounty feeding
Getting ready for the cold of winter
Snowflakes hiding everything.
My breath goes in and out
Taking in all these things
That are about.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
When I hear your voice
My being melts and does rejoice
Heaven, earth move a little closer
When I hear your voice.
When I hear your voice
No sudden happening
Is either sad or profound
When I hear your voice
I’m settled, I’m calmed down.
When I hear your voice
No heart is moved as much
No success can mean as much
As the sound of my world slowing down
When I hear your voice.
When I hear your voice
Feeling joy all around
When I hear
Hear your voice creating love
With it’s singing, wondrous sound.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Today
Is a day unlike any other day
Filled with life
Filled with strife
And too, things nice.
Must make it my day
Do it my way
And at the end, at the night
I’ll look, see what a wondrous day
Was given to me.
Then I can peacefully sleep
In anticipation of what
The day
The next day
Will bring to me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Miss you still ❤
My brother has passed away
Leaving a hole
A void so deep that stays.
No laugh, no hearing his chuckle
No ‘Huh?’ accompanying
His incredulous, questioning smile.
No feeding the brown or the black cat
All memories now
No more, no more of that.
Now my brother, sleep quiet, sleep sweet
Rest now my brother for evermore
In heavenly peace.
~ Pat
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Feeling down, don’t know why
Heart is cold, feeling nothing
Nothing that can be told
Or reasoned why
Angry most of all at what I don’t recall.
Then there is my head
My mind it’s telling stories full of dread
It saids there is no way things will be right
Just give up, curl up and sleep
Til late tonight.
That’s when my heart beats up
Pounding, ‘Don’t give up!’
I can make it right, deep breath
The rest will come
Before falling of sweet night.
Listen
Hear things dear to your heart
Let your mind wander but don’t let it start
The bad, the sad or that which will taint
The faint of heart.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Bring your heart to the fight
Let it show strength isn’t all that wins
Wins the fight.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson -2015
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