Taking hold, making clear
the world has become
a place where
no one hears
the cries of those lost
those
that have disappeared
Bring them back, hold them dear
for it is up to us
to make our earth whole
where everyone has a path
can be heard and never again
disappears.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
Living in the
Quiet
Listening to the solitude
Feeling all emotions
Surface.
Maybe tomorrow will be
Riotous
But for now living today
Where all is
Quiet.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
Glorious day
tremendous times
In the clouds
reeling
from the heavenly rays.
Tomorrow
will be such a different day
but for now
I’ll stay
in the arms of love
on
this beautiful, glorious day.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
Why Have I
Listened to the wind
Blowing in my ear?
Why have I
Tried to give back the gentleness
Life has served?
Why have I
Cried when a sad song
Comes on?
Why have I
Not always felt
That I belonged?
The answers to these questions
I don’t know nor can I tell
For they’re written on a slate
Hidden deep and very well.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
When things become
Hectic
And out of place
Step back, deep breath in
Move slowly
At a snail’s pace.
The welcoming of plenty
The loss of all things
filled with empty
Can sometimes overwhelm you
Leaving only a place crazily
Hectic.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
No writing this morning
no words to be said
everything left on my pillow
the words, they slipped
right out of my head.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
Dismal failure
comes to mind
when I recite
a simple
nursery rhyme.
They speak of laughter
a joyous time
while in my heart
cries of disaster
no merry
nursery rhyme.
Dark place
that’s what I feel
what comes to mind
reciting
nursery rhymes.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
Curiously Wondering
What is to be
What will become of my world
My life
In the years to come
To be.
Will I grow old
Hair turned white
Or
Just go to sleep
Forever
One night?
Questions asked
Answers
I don’t know
Time is the only one
That
Really knows.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
Heaven help the world
Understand
There is no tomorrow
If we don’t stand and
Let nature be around.
We alone cannot supply
Our food nor make rain
Come pouring down.
Understand
We are but a small dot
In a world
Simply
Spinning round.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
What have I done
and
where will I be
in
a year
decade
century
Will I know
know
the time to let go
to let be
Will these answers
come
in a rush of clarity
or
quietly while I sleep
peacefully.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
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