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Don’t know the reason
Don’t know the why
Still saddened by the outcome
Even if time has so long gone by.
Prayers for those lost
Prayers for those taken
All have paid
Such a unbelievable cost.
Don’t know the reason
Don’t know the why
Saddened by the outcome
All I do is cry, cry.
~ Patrice
My thoughts and prayers are with all victims of 9/11.
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Searching, seeking
Where I need to be
Wondering
What will be, be my destiny.
Answers come
From where I don’t know when
Answers
I didn’t know or need til then.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
The sky is filled with optimism
No bird tweets lies
Nor does a bear weep
Wail or cry.
All is filled with beauty
And love
Not one seeks
To be denied.
We live, we love
And one day
We will surely die.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
I sit here in my splendour
Wondering where do I begin
It isn’t any other
It’s me
And I have to contend
With the matter, the matter
I laughed about
Now it’s everything
Everything I hold within.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Let me lift up my soul
My heart, my eyes
To the bright cerulean sky
Let no heart beat
Without a steady beat
No eye cry for a unbeknown
Love that’s died.
Let my feet walk, run
In rhythm with the flowing sun
Shade my head
With kindness, courtesy
Feel no dread
As my arms embrace
The living grace that surrounds
All living.
Seeking not
A world of anguish
But living
Living without knowing
Sadness, pity
There I’ll live
With the upmost dignity.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
So cool today a chickadee came
To where the feeder should be
She looked and looked
Then took a flight around
Just to check no seeds were hidden
Near or on the ground.
It’s only August, too soon for seeds
Flowers bloom in all their majesty
But honestly, look closely
I see them shivering
Shaking in the breeze.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
In the morning I come to be
In my joyous place laughing, happy
All as it should be.
As a mourning dove gives it’s plaintive call
Cars pass knowing nothing of my life
Not at all.
Birds sing, squirrels jump from branch to branch
On the hunt for the perfect breakfast,
Dinner, lunch.
Flowers bloom, waving petals in a quiet breeze
While a fly buzzes, irritating for sure
But still a life that lives, that breathes.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Honestly, can’t remember anything
Nor who I am in another life
I’m sure I lived and had command
Of all the things
In a life I can’t remember
Don’t understand.
~ Patrice
Patrice Clarkson – 2018
I was in your place, I saw your face
But
You didn’t recognize me.
In another life we laughed and cried
‘Friends for Life’ we said that’s how it would be
But
Now I see you don’t recognize me
I’m just a face in a ordinary place
And you walked right pass me
No ‘Friends for Life’
What a state it has come to be.
Just the other day I was in your place
Saw your face
But
You didn’t recognize me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
At times there are things
You want to say
But the words won’t come
They are vacant far, far away.
How to bring them
To your lips
How to express feelings
Deep, deep in your stomach pit.
In your stomach
They seem to hide
Fermenting, fermenting sick
There they seem sit.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
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