When the world is laughing
And things are profound
Stand on their steps
Then lightly step down.
No holes will be barred
No one will curse or swear
Just jovial laughing
Not one bit of despair.
Hear the world laughing
Join the chorus of delight
Smile with pleasure
Let heartache take a hike.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Deep in the rest of sleep tonight
My soul does dream so vividly
Life is full, time is dear
Honoured by those held so near.
I awaken rested, never knowing
Time has passed
Troubles solved and circumstance
Seems not to be the threat I feared
So horribly.
No one drew or threw a veil
Upon my sight
Just goodness does
And will prevail.
I slumber now in perfect rest
No concern, no distress
Awakening to light cascading down
Upon my life where goodness
Does and will abound.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Strive for happiness
Creating love
Narrow the corridor
That harbours anger
Let it sink deep into murky mud.
Never saw it coming
Never heard the cry
Maybe in the beginning
I didn’t understand
The reason why.
Now that is over and it seems
The clouds have begun to dry
I’ll take my happiness
And make love
The reason why.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Each morning now I greet a face
A stranger, I don’t remember
Back in time or space
An older woman surprises me in the mirror
Each morning, when
I wash her face.
When did she get here?
When did she arrive?
When did she replace that young girl?
Who greeted me in the mirror
As I
Washed her face.
Glad she’s here
Glad she survived and got thru
All the world put on her plate
When I think about it
I’m glad she took that young girl’s place
The one who used to
Wash my face.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
When someone is calling and can’t see their way
When hunger and anger evolve in a horrible way
When birds fly south in a most mysterious way
When storm clouds fold, pummeling all in their way
Is
When the earth shows, she knows
The way.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Never saw it coming
Didn’t know it would
Now have to accommodate
With everything I should.
Never chose the situation
Didn’t know I could
But will immerse myself
Make it all that I should.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
I journey to my home
The place where I was born.
Memories past, life I did before
Some heartache, some laughing then and now.
I journey to the place
I was born, I journey home.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Butterfly
From my window I see you fly
Crossing by
Butterfly
Your beauty is exquisite
Coloured a wondrous earthy brown
Butterfly
Never growing old
Nor flying far away
Butterfly
In winter’s frozen cold
You fly, butterfly
Butterfly
Etched forever in cedar wood
My very own
Butterfly
Thou I imagine one day you will come alive
Flying with other butterflies
Butterfly
To far away places, warm, full of beauty
Butterfly fly
Butterfly
That’s when I’ll say goodbye
To my precious wooden
Butterfly.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Such a wonder to review
Such a time we had we two.
Nothing came to pass
That hurt or tested our resolve, our view.
Such a time we had we too
Such a wonder to review.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Stingrays flying
In a most beautiful place
In awe, inspired by their beauty, their grace.
Leaping from the sea
Are they jumping in fear
Running from danger beneath the waves?
Not known for sure
For they may be just washing mites
From their smooth, dark face.
Stingrays flying
Leaping
With a particular ballet grace.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
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