Cannot see
Nor
Can I feel
The essence of the world
All seems so
Very, very still.
I wonder why
I ask the question
To the quiet presence
But
Still, still.
Nothing says
The why
Nor can I feel
All is
Very, very still.
~ Patrice
@Patrice Clarkson – 2023
No one will be
No one can be
In the same time, place
Ever
Ever as me.
It may be tomorrow
Or
The day after that
I’ll be in heaven
Smiling down
On all this, all that.
Where I’ll be wondering
Why I cared
If no one
was in the same time, place
As me.
Like today
I’ll be wondering
Just wondering all this
And
Of course, all that.
~ Patrice
@Patrice Clarkson – 2023
Heaven sees, heaven knows
All the happenings
We need not
Disclose
Our trials, our tribulations
All our triumphs
For
She knows.
Tomorrow
Heaven will know, will see
Cause
She lives
Lives within us all
Inside of you, inside of me.
~ Patrice
@Patrice Clarkson – 2023
I know the difference
Between frozen and tropical land
I know light is not dark
And dark is not light.
I know the difference
Between morning and evening light
The difference is obvious
They are not alike.
But the in-between is hazy
Not easy to read
A conundrum for sure
Not darkness nor light
It seems.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
You have known
I can see
All the beauty, loveliness surrounding us
Surrounding me
In the morning
Tomorrow
Will it be the same
Will we see
All this magnificence
This majesty?
~ Patrice
@Patrice Clarkson – 2023
Quietly, silently
I move through thee, the mountains, the meadows
So full of such beauty, majesty.
Tomorrow I’ll be in the midst of a stream
Flowing rapidly
Swimming with creatures silently, quietly.
I will fly in the sky
Where birds live, laugh and die
I will be for a while, one of them.
No one will know
No one will be happier, happier than me
Moving quietly, silently.
~ Patrice
@Patrice Clarkson – 2023
A wall of many trees stand
Stand in front of me
There may be a way
Around
Squeezing thru, in-between.
Many trees stand
Protecting me
From what dwells beyond
Unforeseen.
Canopy overtop, shading
Letting only a few rays
Of burning sun thru
To drop.
Taking the impact
Of a lightning strike
Hear the thunder crash
As a mighty tree falls
Out of sight.
Little ones will take its place
Loved
Nurtured by large ones
Standing, guarding, protecting
In this place.
As full circle round
Does nature go
Where many trees stand
Like a wall
All in a row.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Last night I saw a firefly
it lit up
the whole damn sky.
Yes, last night
a tiny fly radiated light
made
a bit of darkness bright.
Last night when I saw a firefly.
~ Patrice
@Patrice Clarkson – 2023
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.
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