You didn’t see me I know for a fact
Nor did you want me
Want me back.
I slide into the shadows
Paused in a quiet spot
Before heading away from you
And all, all your self-centred thoughts.
I won’t be back and I think
It’s a well known fact
That you’ll never miss me
You’ll never ever, ask me back.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Birds fly in, then fly out
Seeds are there, then gone
They’re out.
I’m sitting here
Watching, watching
All the goings-on
Go about.
They don’t know
I’m here
They don’t care
About my life, my goings-on.
Cause they have
Their own life to live
Like sing, find seeds
Fly about.
~ Patrice
@Patrice Clarkson – 2023
We look to do our best
To see the best
And live a life of no unrest.
Sometimes it works
Sometimes we fail.
But in the end
we live, we love
We follow our destiny’s trail.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Time bends
Hours drip away
Different
In all places of the world
The universe
Galaxies swirling.
Time bends
Somewhere it’s tomorrow
Today
Is gone
It’s already been.
Then there’s
Yesterday
Can we go back
See it happen, happen
All over again?
Time bends
~ Patrice
@Patrice Clarkson – 2023
Do I know you
Have you been
My friend?
Will I know that in times of trouble
I can count on you
Once more, once again?
Questions, answers
I say, ask
Over and over again
Still
I don’t know for certain
You really are
My friend.
~ Patrice
@Patrice Clarkson – 2023
I’ve written 2-3 writings, poems for this day.
This day I’ve been dreading since last December.
Ceile, our beloved Rottweiler has been very sick
and we knew this day would come.
She would have ‘Good Days’ eat, chase, her ‘Green Ball’ wag, her tail and cuddle on the sofa. Then there would be ‘Bad Days’ She wouldn’t eat, diarrhoea, puke after drinking too much water from the prednisone she was taking.
We knew, knew our time was limited and short.
Too many ‘Bad Days’ and it’s all over.
Yesterday, we accepted that there was no time left.
None of the writings I wrote for this sad day, say how I feel as much as
this that I wrote many years ago to a friend who had just lost her beloved mastiff.
Please read, think of those who you have lost, hug those still with you
and send your best
to our Ceile for the journey she’s about to begin.
Peace and Love
The bond of Love
We share
Can never be broken
And
The memory
Of
One so loved
And
Loving
Will never be
Forgotten
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2023
No one knows
Nor
Do they tell
Why the world turns
And
Doesn’t fall
Into hell.
Maybe it has
Maybe
There we are
No one knows
Nor
Do they tell.
~ Patrice
@Patrice Clarkson – 2023
Sitting here wondering
What has begun
What will take place
What has run to it’s end
What has not.
These are things I think about
I take to my heart
For it must live through every single thing
Every single bit and not skip a beat
No, it must not.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2023
We come to see
The beauty in nature
Here, for all
To see.
Just take a breath
Look around
See
All the magnificence
That nature has given
To you, to me
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
Snow flies
And we answer
Why? Why?
Blizzards blow fierce white
Changing darkness
Into a brilliant seeing night.
Cold with icicles
Dripping down
Covering a frigid, frozen ground.
Rivers run underneath
A covering of ice and snow
Sometimes more than a foot deep.
We live thru this
We
We do exist.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
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