Everyone isn’t the one
I should have been
Accepting that is harder
Then anything has ever been.
Maybe tomorrow it’ll be
What I want, what I need
But that remains
Remains to be seen.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2020
Archive for the ‘My Musings’ Category
Everyone Isn’t The One
May 13, 2020
I Was The Girl
May 8, 2020
* Each day this week, I’m going to be posting writings that came to me in the middle of the night after watching a documentary on Janis Joplin. Whether it is Janis writing these words thru me, or my perception of what I watched, I have no idea. Yours to decide and I hope, enjoy.
Janis Joplin during photoshoot for Big Brother & Holding Company, Forest Knolls, CA. 1967. © Lisa Laws
I was the girl who stood in the back
I was the one who didn’t say any of that
I was the one who laughed and cried
I was the one who breathed the breath
Who stood alone amongst the rest
Never knowing my heart
I think, I guess.
~ Patrice
© PatriceClarkson – 2016
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What If
May 6, 2020
Feeling the weight
The pain of
What if
No eye dry as I wonder
What if
I’d done things different
Smiled instead of cried
No answers
Just more questions and insistent
What if’s.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2020
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If I Could Speak And Say To My Younger Self
May 1, 2020
If I could speak and say
To my younger self
The things I know today
I wouldn’t listen to myself
Berate and think I’m not worthy
Of love in anyway.
I’d say beauty doesn’t last
It fades away to something beautiful
Just in another way
What’s important now won’t be
In tomorrow’s day, so let it go
Let it fade away.
I’d tell her she’ll grow old
Live and laugh no matter what
Tragedy may come her way
That all she has to do is just love
Love and live each and everyday.
That’s what I would tell my younger self
If I could speak to her in
Yesterday.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
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I Wonder What The Bird Will Sing
April 29, 2020
I wonder what the bird will sing
What beauty it’s song will bring
To a world desperate
For happy, caring feelings.
Will it create a place so safe
Warm and secure
That no longer feelings
Of anger and hate will permeate.
I wonder what that song will be
What melody, I don’t know
But I’ll listen to every note
That bird sings with such beauty.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2020
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Looking Back At Last, At Last
April 1, 2020
Looking back
You just gotta laugh
Things you thought tragic
Made life better
Later on
At last, at last.
Giving choices
Crossing bridges
Making decisions
That made you live
Live and love
At last, at last.
Looking back now
You smile
You know
You just gotta laugh
At last, at last.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2020
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In Retrospect
March 30, 2020
In retrospect
I see so clearly
The problems I had
Answers
That evaded me
In retrospect
I could have
Done things
Differently
In retrospect
I know my life
Could have been
Changed drastically
But
In retrospect
Then I would not be
The person I’ve become
I need to be
In retrospect.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2020
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The Sun
March 26, 2020
The sun breaks
over a brown earth
Left as if dead from winter storms
But then
In the midst of all broke
Deemed dead and dying
Is a small green shoot
Emerging
Bringing life
To a winter weary land.
The warm sun gives life
Nurtures
The rising ones
Spring
Has come
As winter retreats
Only
On a later day
To blast
Blow once again.
The sun then rests
Satisfied
she has done her best
Thou
She too
Will be back
Tomorrow
To nurture, bring life
With a warm, radiating
Spring sun.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2020
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In It’s Grip
March 13, 2020We’re ‘In It’s Grip’ but not the weather. Stay safe and well ❤
In it’s grip
It’s grip so tight
Hearing ice crack
As limbs fight to stay aloft
In the cruel, bleak night
Sparks shoot into the sky
Wires break, electricity dies.
We wait for help, to understand
A world changed, transformed
Across our little plot of land.
No cell phone works
No lights come on
Except from generators
Throttled up, throttled down.
While chainsaws roar cross the land
We do our best
To clean up, to understand.
~Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
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I Wonder, Wonder Where
March 4, 2020
I wonder, wonder where
The squirrel at the feeder
Came from.
Where the sun was before
It shone in the sky.
When people thought
That they may fly.
What was said when
The mountains fell.
As a earthquake opened up
And shattered the ground.
I wonder, wonder where
The answers can be found.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2020
