You don’t know
I don’t care
Everything else
We must share
No one told me
This is the living I’ll do
Expressing kindness
Harmony and gratitude
You won’t come
Take my place
All the goodness done
Can be easily erased
So bless yourself
Pick your teeth
The world will turn
Regardlessly.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
How did you know the things
The things that you told
How did you know?
Did someone tell you
Did you hear a voice
Screaming in such a way
You had no choice
Do you know?
Did you feel the feelings
That expressed the words
Even you didn’t know
How do you know
Do you know?
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
I know the difference
Between frozen and tropical land
I know light is not dark
And dark is not light.
I know the difference
Between morning and evening light
The difference is obvious
They are not alike.
But the in-between is hazy
Not easy to read
A conundrum for sure
Not darkness nor light
It seems.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
I don’t hear your story now
All is oblivious somehow
Rain has poured the storyline away
Gone for tomorrow
Not to exist yesterday.
A thought comes to mind
If I think of it now
And it exists in the present
Must have been lived yesterday
And will go forward to tomorrow
Being lived all the way.
~ Patrice
© Patric Clarkson – 2019
I journey to my home
The place where I was born.
Memories past, life I did before
Some heartache, some laughing then and now.
I journey to the place
I was born, I journey home.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
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
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