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
Wondering why or did I see
How the heart mends
Without any seams.
Tragedy, chaos and most likely strife
Rip holes in my being
Then along comes kindness
Dipped in strength
Changing everything.
A smile, a laugh, a gentle caress
Hold me together
Thru anything.
I’m not wondering
I know, I see
With love my heart mends
Without any seams.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
When I feel I must go
Not to stay
Then I’ll know the path
The path to take
No remorse will come to mind
No fallen down
No mistake
The sun will shine
Rain will fall
The moon shall rise
And
I’ll be at peace
With it all.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
No makeup on today
Or yesterday
Skin festering, itching burning
Hives have made their way
Onto my face, my neck
Above my heart
Everywhere it seems
Gasping for some respite
Scratched raw
Went seeking help
Not once but twice
Yesterday.
The world has turned again
For today
I have my peace, my rest
Skin reduced to normal
Not like yesterday
On rising this morning, today
No more itching
Scratching
Like yesterday.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Sadly see panic, terror
On the face of one I love
Can’t help
Have to let it be
Pass thru, let it pass
Understand it did happen
But now
Now it’s in the past
Where you can let it be
What it was
What came to be
I can’t know nor understand
Only support and be there
To help you thru
This past, awful memory.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
I saw a chipmunk sleeping lazily
Enjoying the day
Quietly.
I saw a dog splashing
Playing in the water
All alone.
I saw a deer eat seeds
From my deck
Secretly.
I saw a tree fall
Smashing all.
I saw ants marching across sand
With a leaf in their mouth
They ran.
I saw a dog cry
Mourning the loss of one
Who’d died.
I saw a tree upside down
How could this be?
I saw a bumblebee sip nectar
Quietly.
I saw a fawn cry
Plaintively.
I saw a stingray fly
Majestically.
I saw a crocodile up close
So scary.
I saw life abound
But none, not a soul, no one
Saw me around.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Husk falls, dropping to the ground
Seeds of wonder spattered all around.
Dead or dying not necessarily their fate
Taking food, taking strength
From the earth, the ground on which
They were spat, they grow and create.
Slowly, quietly up to mighty trees
Strong and wondrous they unfold
Dropping seeds that too
Like magic wonder, grow.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Picky partners don’t always last
Sometimes they bicker and fight
It goes on and on
For whatever reason it just
Lasts and lasts.
Picky partners need to let up
Knowing being together
Happily
Is what needs to
Forever last.
~ Patrice
Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Tenderness and wonder
A childlike holiday.
Smiles, kind gestures lead
Guide the way.
Laughter and hearty jokes
Make the hard an easy time
Almost like play.
No one falters
All are in
On their merry, lighthearted way.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Wondering
Once again.
Wondering
What is best?
Wondering
If I’ll make the right decision.
Wondering
Will it affect the rest?
Wondering
What will come to be?
Wondering
What will happen to me?
– No answers come but still –
Still I’m wondering.
Wondering
Just the same.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
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