Fingers move across the page
Feeling emotions that do rage
Calming down anxious stress
With each word that is expressed.
Yes, fingers make anguish
Dissipate
As they move across
Caressing a waiting page.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Archive for the ‘Look Back Friday’ Category
Fingers Move Across The Page
July 21, 2017
Tenderness, Sweetness
July 14, 2017
Tenderness, sweetness
Is all I can think
Til we meet again
Again.
Journeys are bold
Excursions wondrous sure
But nothing will be nothing
Until I see and you hold me.
Then and only then
It will surely be
Tenderness, sweetness
For me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
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Let Me Be Free
July 7, 2017Let me be free
Free to accept life as it should be
Free to be the one I want to be
Free
Free to be me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
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You Are On My Journey
June 30, 2017
You are on my journey
I’m on your path
The way, it wanders but I can see
There is no more wrath.
Quiet acceptance
Honouring you, honouring me
Moving on into each our destinys.
I am on your path
You are on my road
We pass by smiling full with love
Wondering what life does hold.
Bide your time
I’ll let it be
A wondrous world spreading out
In front of thee.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
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The Method Is Exquisite
June 23, 2017The method is exquisite
The outcome unpredictable
But that is the thrill of life
Live it.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
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Sadly, Secret Murky Tiled
June 16, 2017Sadly, secret murky tiled
No hope, destitute merciless bile
Twist, turn fight and bat
Get to where the strength is at
Mess, mired deep down in
No way open can’t begin
Mutter, sputter rage and fume
Makes no difference
The rose still blooms.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
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The Winds Of Change Are Changing
June 2, 2017The winds of change are changing
The known is not here
We all believe in the future
We all want it to be right here.
The winds of change are changing
Bringing the future back to here
Everything we’re holding
Everything so oh so dear
Will soon be far, far in the rear.
The winds of change are changing
The present soon too, far in the rear
The future before us
Hold it close, hold it dear but
Never forget those we cherish
They’re now in the rear.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
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Sadness Fails
May 26, 2017
Sadness fails
Crashes
Hear
The wails.
Monster crawls
Full of regret
Finally getting
What he should
Get.
No remorse
Pity none
Turn the page
Forget
The rage.
Sadness can
No more
Be part of
Hate.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
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The Smell Of Lilacs Ebbs And Flows
May 19, 2017
The smell of lilacs ebbs and flows
Over my senses
Taking me back in time
When life was slow
And in pastures green
Children laughing, playing
Running past the stream.
Sweet scented lilacs are my time machine.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
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I Saw A Hummingbird Amongst Snowflakes
May 12, 2017I saw a hummingbird amongst snowflakes
Shattering life, no respite
Falling into spring cold and shivering
Hovering over brave blooms
As you come to make a summer home
In this land that has no way
To warm and comfort
On this cold spring day.
Fly south I’d say, then wait a day
Before braving storms to come back
To the land you can call
A summer home once more
Yes, I saw a hummingbird
Amongst snowflakes just today.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
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