Do I have something to say
Will anyone listen
Have I gone to the past
That now lasts and ever lasts?
What will I do if the words
I spoke prove to be untrue
Will I cry
Will I speak of why?
Don’t know the answers
To those questions
Illuminating my mind.
Only know
I speak the words
That fill my questioning mind.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Trouble is I haven’t seen the light
Radiating thru the darkness
Thru the night.
No one
Calls my name
No one holds my hand.
Alone in the quandary
Where oh where
Do I stand.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Do I tell the stories
I know
Or do I let them go.
My heart doesn’t know
The way
The way I should go.
My spirit tells me
Feel the earth
Breathe the skies.
And the beings that live
Purely
Will guide you, they’ll never lie.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Golden leaves swaying
On a November breeze
Floating, cascading down
Landing on soon to be
Frozen, winter ground.
Woods are silent, hushed, listening
To the still quiet as a hunter lurks
Waiting to kill in the midst
Of golden leaves falling, raining down
Upon barren, dying ground.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
The hearts of men and every woman
Beat, pound a melodic rhythm
Breath taken in, breathing out
Lungs expand and eyes look about
Fingers touch a soft, gentle ground
As feet run full speed all around.
All this done with not a thought
Of how to do it or where it starts
For life begins and only stops
When the end has come
And the heart, it stops.
~ Patrice
© PatriceClarkson – 2018
I wonder why the words they say
Hurt, cut, fray away.
I’m sure that’s not what they intend to say
Still, it’s happened, it happened yesterday.
Some words were cruel, some just offhand
I lay awake all night, trying to understand.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
My heart rules, my heart says
Be the best and then leave the rest
Don’t look for bad nor tolerate those
That bring it.
My heart hears all kinds of things
Water crashing on distant shores
A baby bird looking for some more
The calling of a lonesome wolf.
My heart feels the touch of necessity
A coffee warm, so tasty
The gentle caress from one
So loved.
My heart does all these things
While beating life and breathe
Into everything.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Can’t believe I’m not alone
For there at my side
A presence stays
While I live, work, love, play
And some day, die.
Not alone, never to be
My journey directed
Choreographer, just for me.
I am loved no matter what
I have a place to stand
My back protected
My heart in loving hands.
My protector, confidant, spirit guide
May be those
Who have already lived
And now, have died.
Not that I care from where
They come
Just to feel that presence
At my side.
Will make my road
Smoother, a joy to live
Oh, such a ride!
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
I Lost My Heart
Somewhere last night
Can’t find it
I’ve looked all night.
It wasn’t in the bed
We slept in last night
Nor on the table where we sat
Holding hands last night.
Maybe on the pathway
We walked just before midnight
No, couldn’t find it
Even thu I looked
All thorough the night.
Then in the morning
In the morning light
I found my heart
Found my heart unbroken
You’d held it in your arms
All through the loving night.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
The wind comes and she blows
Blows winds of disaster
Chaos
A multitude of things untold.
Her mighty strength will subside
Only when her fevered anger
Has run its course
And then she’ll be quiet air.
No evidence detected
Just anguish, heartache
Sadness left
That surely did unfold.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
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