I hear the grass growing
See the leaves unfurl
No clock ticking
Telling them their journey
Their time is now due
Yet each and every year
They know just what to do.
The reason I’ve discovered
A mind
A mastermind is holding court
Creating, making things
The way they should be
And telling them
Just what they should do.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
I go to write
Listening for the words to form
Pictured in my mind they come
They take their form
On the page they rest
Now said, now wrote.
I thank the presence
That brought them to my mind
Formed the thoughts to convey
And then
Without another word
Quietly slipped away.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
The day before
Something.
Not sure what that is
But I know, know it’s
Something.
I’ll go thru my life
Living it to the highest heights
It’ll be
Something.
Then afterwards
When all is said and done
I’ll sit back and say
That was
Something.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Will shorts ever be an option?
Cold winds blow frozen
Ice it seems encloses
No bright, growing spring
No warm summer sun.
Harsh, angry weather
Keeping winter coats on
In what was suppose to be spring.
No respite
Birds shivering
Tulips freezing
Babies crying
No,
Shorts are not an option tonight.
~ Patrice
Patrice Clarkson – 2019
A deer came by my window
She stopped. looked me in the eye
She flicked her tail, twitched her ear
As she listened for danger near by
Then on down the path she went
No longer seen by me
Disappearing into the woods
On this bright beautiful, sunny day.
A few minutes later as I was off to run
There she lay, mortally injured
Unable to run
She heard my voice, so near, so close
Her tail flicked, her ears twitched
She tried once again to run
But her eyes were closed
Nothing worked and there she lay
Dying slowly, dying
On this bright beautiful, sunny day.
A woman in a big Ram truck
Slowed up just to pass the time of day
Not seeming to notice
A deer dying, on the side of the road
Nor if I had called the police
I had, they came, they put her away
I heard the shot, saw her body twitch
I saw her die on the side of the road
That deer who was outside my window
On this bright beautiful, sunny day.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
I’m here
And have been before
Nothing is negative
Everything is forever more.
Shape and time may change
The world revolve
In a different timeframe
Still all is forever
Forever the same.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
I don’t know what’s to be
Not my responsibility
I do know I can’t be afraid
Of the future nor remorseful
Of my past destiny.
My duty to me
Is to combine what I don’t know
With what I do know
Living in the midst of that
Which is now a blessed me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
You haven’t seen
All that needs to be seen
You haven’t heard the sound
Of a bird laughing
You haven’t been able
To show the world as one
No fractures
No acts hostile nor kind
No
That’s because
You’re not the one.
You’re part of the fibre
Enmeshed in it all
You are one of many
You are different
And still the same
You are loved and loving
In a sweet refrain
Sung by one
Who does it all
And
We don’t even know
His real name.
~ Patrice
Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Sweet water greets those flying from the south
A long time since said goodbye
Now spring beckons them to our house
Heavy, sweet ruffled feathers
Shook out to contain some heat
Refilled from drinking that that’s sweet.
Tiny and big spring flowers bloom
Holding up their coloured petals
To the sun and to the moon
Sweet nectar deep inside
Lavish feast for who knows where it resides
Hovering there in spring.
Welcome back my little summer friends
Who harrow spring and winter’s end
Let summer too be about to begin
Trust your journey was a easy ride
On currents blowing up
On south’s humid tide.
We’ll share the warm summer’s breeze
You’ll drink sweet water
Til leaves begin to fall
Then on currents you’ll fly away
Drinking sweet water on your way
Back to a warm, south southern day.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Another idea came to mind
Popped into my head
My mind
Write it down, ponder it
Express it
Make it become
A reality.
Cause if I let it be
It’ll wander and fade
To a fleeting thought
That once lived
Briefly
In my mind
In my psyche.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
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