What I think
And
What I tell
Big difference
I’m sure
You as well.
Somethings are meant
To be left in the dark
Not spoken of
Not given a chance
To step out
And
Stomp on
A frail, fragile heart
~ Patrice
@Patrice Clarkson – 2023


My Heart does break
My soul knows
The past has gone
It exists
No more.
Times remembered
Times
From long ago past
Have faded in my memory
But
I thought
They’d last and last.
The land has covered
Over
The lane we used to walk
Trees died
Their stark bodies bent
Cracking in the wind
While bushes have overgrown
Where happiness
Should’ve been.
Surrounded
By empty, barren fields
Flourishing weeds covering in
What used to be
Fertile land growing crops
That
Nurtured creatures
Way back then.
Only memories
Now
Only fading memories
Of what was but not now
Or
Ever again.
~ Patrice
@Patrice Clarkson – 2023
I went back after several years, to the place where I grew up.
The place where I had many happy times and wonderful memories.
I was overwhelmed to see what time has done.

I go to write
Listening for the words to form
Pictured in my mind they come
They take their form
On the page they rest
Now said, now wrote.
I thank the presence
That brought them to my mind
Formed the thoughts to convey
And then
Without another word
Quietly slipped away.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019



Heaven help me understand
All the thoughts
Going through my mind
My hands.
Are they real
Are they
Something I’ve done
Should do?
Which ones are right
which ones should I leave
What ones do I need
I understand?
All these thoughts in my head
Are they in
Within
My command?
~ Patrice
@Patrice Clarkson – 2023

Do I know you?
Do you know me?
Do you wake in the night
Wondering how I could be?
Is your first thought in the morning about me?
Your last question as your eyes fall asleep
Is it, is it all about me?
I didn’t think so
I knew it wouldn’t be
Cause I never think of you
And
You don’t know me.
~ Patrice
@Patrice Clarkson – 2023

Spring will come and be spectacular
Leaving behind winter cold and white
No more fighting for
Warmth in long days of brilliant sunlight
Can’t wait for you to arrive
To be basking in
Your freshness, beauty and majesty
All things alive.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019