Did you ever wonder why
We did the things we thought
The things we did?
No one else could tell
How it would go
It would smell
No one said or did they yell.
Then its over, we could tell
No morse code
No Hail Mary
Or playing William Tell.
All’s gone, all that’s left
Is the wonder why
We did the things we thought
The things we did
So well.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
A flower wilts
A flower dies
Its life with us
Has said goodbye.
No more joy to bring
Like it once did
All dead, gone
Done with it.
A flower dies
That had a life
Giving beauty, joy
In such a lovely life.
Now is gone but in out mind
We still see
A flower that once
Breathed eternal beauty.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
A lot of thoughts in my head
A lot of thoughts
That have not been said.
Swirling, racing round
Racing thoughts
Racing in my head.
Some thoughts I’ve done
Some will rise up
To their vision high
Others will wither, die.
Then too, they’ll become
Just another thought
I thought
In my crazy, thoughtful head
I thought, I said. ~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson
USGS Photograph taken on May 18, 1980, by Austin Post.
I saw the earth
Come crashing down
Pounding land
I heard the sound.
No one moved
No one gasped a breath
A sound.
When I heard the earth
Come crashing down.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Why?
You ask.
And I give you
The question why?
Nothing is resolved
Nothing lies answered.
Only questions
Why?
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Holy crap, holy shit
How did this come to be?
Drove into dusk
To a friends house
For a brake adjust
Enjoyed our time
Heated garage, work all done
Chinese food, a little dim sum.
Driving home in the dead of night
Turned a corner and what a fright
Flew fast, skidded left
Then a half a circle to the right
In a split second saw all my life.
Came to a stop
Teetering on the edge
Of a snowbank facing back
To where I’d come from.
Took a breath backing up
Turned around
Go forward asking
“What was all of that?”
Trade places for a ways
Smoke billowing, smell frightening
We might just have a blaze.
Park it, wait for the tow truck
Holy shit, holy crap
Go for a brake job
Come home
In a flatbed tow truck.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
Why have I been brought to this spot?
Why do I live and exist while others have not?
Where will I go?
Who will I see?
Just what will become of me?
The answers not told at least not to me
But then if I knew
What would I do?
With that which is laid out for me?
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
In the beginning of our life
We remember nothing
Of that world we came from.
Floating sweetly, curled in repose
Sucking thumb, I suppose
Resting quietly we did sleep
Within the womb
Where I think, life was sweet
No sorrow, laughter
Or mocking grins
Life was simple way back then.
We came to this world I think
Remembering nothing of that life
A world innocent and sweet.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
When I know the reason why I cry
I will cry the song of long ago
The one each and everyone does know
The song that fills the sky
With wonders no one can deny
Lives beneath the earth
In our hearts and all creatures
That walk the earth.
When I know the reason why
Why I cry, I cry.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
The call of the jay rips thru still, damp air
Mist rises while a red squirrel fights for his share
As a deer trudges pass all these affairs
No one notices the cardinal’s not there.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
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