I’ve heard, I have seen
Things so wondrous
Just can’t believe.
Trees growing
living being coming to life
in the spring
bearing fruit summer
in between falls to winter
when they seem to be
sleeping.
One wonder to behold
to be seen
may be ordinary
but
if you stop, look and listen
miraculous it will become
wondrous it will seem.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020
Hard to know, hard to see
everything in focus
and clearly.
Readjust, move to the centre
centre of everything.
There in the midst of greatness
You’ll be part of and it’ll be
all of thee.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020
Place my way on the path
Write the lines
the direction I wish to go
Hear the sayings of someone who’s been there
knows the way
Kindly bless the presence
that guides me today.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020
You haven’t been
Completely honest
With me, you or anybody
Always telling half truths
Bald faced lies
The question is
Why, why?
Nothing gained by your actions
All lost in the aftermath
Of your lies
Your sordid lies,
Lies.
Will I tomorrow see
A new you as you say
The one to tell the truth
Or
Is it just another lie
One of your many, many
Lies.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020
A leaf falls
it’s life has come to a end
dropping down amongst other leaves
on a dead, barren ground.
A leaf falls
before air is awful cold
with frost foretelling things to come
darkness, winter, frozen bitter cold all day
then at night.
A leaf falls
it doesn’t care about the cold
it’s life has lived in warmth, breezes moist
hot atmosphere and now
A leaf falls
a life lived in full circle
from spring to early winter long.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020
I have heard
The world turn
Clouds clap
And skies cry.
Never have I felt
I don’t belong
In this creation.
Just a little part
Of living
In the all of time.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020
I saw a hummingbird today
Still here, hasn’t flown away
Cold nights must take a bite
Still here
Couldn’t believe my eyes
My ears.
A hummingbird flew
To the feeder so low
Thought of emptying
Sure all hummingbirds gone
Then there she was hovering
Sitting, sipping sweet nectar
In the cold rainy air.
Still here, hasn’t started
On her long flight
Sleeping thru, keeping warm
In the cold fall nights
Drinking sweet water
Filling up to embark
On a long, arduous flight.
Maybe today will be the day
She’ll fly away
Still
I saw a hummingbird
A hummingbird flew to the feeder
Today.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Seething in the mist
Saddened by sorrow
Struggling to say
I don’t know why I let it effect me
Today.
Maybe tomorrow
Maybe later today I’ll feel better
I’ll let it go and celebrate
Everything sweet and beautiful
I experience just
Today.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020
No one seems to know
nor do they understand
the way to heaven
is always open
That
it’s there
Always
at their command.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020
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