No where to be
No where to go
Sitting here pleasantly wondering
Why I stay home
No more
To go.
~ Patrice
Patrice Clarkson – 2024


Listen to that little voice
That
Speaks inside your head
The soft, gentle sound
That tells
What’s right, what’s wrong.
The one who says
Which path to take
If you should
Go
Not hesitate, not wait.
When you find
The one
You think you love
She’ll tell you
If you need to stay
Or
If you should not walk
But run.
So listen
Listen to that little voice
She knows your heart
She knows
Knows what’s best.
Never lose that
Connection
Never ignore that voice
For
She says the wisest words
There
Inside your head.
~ Patrice
@Patrice Clarkson – 2024


The sun breaks
over a brown earth
Left as if dead from winter storms
But then
In the midst of all broke
Deemed dead and dying
Is a small green shoot
Emerging
Bringing life
To a winter weary land.
The warm sun gives life
Nurtures
The rising ones
Spring
Has come
As winter retreats
Only
On a later day
To blast
Blow once again.
The sun then rests
Satisfied
she has done her best
Thou
She too
Will be back
Tomorrow
To nurture, bring life
With a warm, radiating
Spring sun.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2020


In retrospect
I see so clearly
The problems I had
Answers
That evaded me
In retrospect
I could have
Done things
Differently
In retrospect
I know my life
Could have been
Changed drastically
But
In retrospect
Then I would not be
The person I’ve become
I need to be
In retrospect.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2020


No way to go
No way to know
The path that’s right
One that doesn’t veer left
Nor
To the right
Straight as an arrow
Moving thru obstacles
Moving
Directly through
The dark
Sinister night
To a salvation
So glorious, so right
But
I don’t know that way
The way to go
Today, tonight
Don’t know
Either
What’s wrong
Or
What could be
Right.
~ Patrice
@Patrice Clarkson – 2024



The world spins
revolves around
taking lives on a journey
the world beyond.
Grass grows, birds fly
rain drops
and sometimes
lovers must say goodbye.
The world is ours
We make it what we can
happy or sad, we live our lives
as the world revolves round
once again.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2020