When things calm down and all is quiet
The heart stirs with memories, feelings disquiet.
Hard to conceive what has happened
Hard to believe it is now reality.
Chest heaves, tears fall crying
In a crushing rain no one can believe.
Neither can anyone console
Or take this burdened load from you or me.
Yes, when all things are calm and the world seems quiet
The head, the heart are left feeling painfully disquiet.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
My brother has passed away
Leaving a hole
A void so deep that stays.
No laugh, no hearing his chuckle
No ‘Huh?’ accompanying
His incredulous, questioning smile.
No feeding the brown or the black cat
All memories now
No more, no more of that.
Now my brother, sleep quiet, sleep sweet
Rest now my brother for evermore
In heavenly peace.
~ Pat
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Some things get hard
Even difficult
And you wonder
Why it is to be.
You muddle forth
Stepping over
All the debris
That hinders you and me.
Sometimes tripping
Sometimes skipping
Feeling absolutely fuddled
In this mess
My life can be.
~ Patrice
Picture over Lake Huron sent to Anne-Marie van Santen by one of her page visitors.
Holy smoke, holy crap
We survived all of that.
Pouring torrent of driving rain
Wind hollering thru branches
Blowing here then there no refuge anywhere
Lightning strikes, thunder claps
A storm it is
Holy smoke, holy crap.
Then the rain slows down to a tickle
Leaves stand still, not a ripple
While overhead there is such a roar
Flashing light amidst yellow clouds glowing bright
Otherwise dark as night.
Over not soon enough so frightening to see
We wrap ourselves in blankets warm
Cause hydro off and we can’t deny
A storm came thru wrecked havoc all around
Now is gone, there’s not a sound.
We sit a day or two
In a blaring generator town
Waiting for the lights to come on
And we can once again communicate
With all of you.
Holy smoke, holy crap
We survived all of that.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Many regrets
Lay weeping in my head
Many regrets
I just can’t forget.
Many regrets
Many regrets
Are with me still
Many regrets
As of yet.
Many regrets
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Like the night, my future seems bright
Sparkling stars blinking
Radiating light.
No sacrifice is big enough to suffice
No heartache will replace the feeling
Deep within the night.
I can see my way so straight and clear
No darken path
Will I tread my dear.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Sitting here thinking
Thinking of things.
Not much happening
The morning is pleasant
As clouds drift across blue sky
And I hear birds sing.
Problems may be many
But this morning
I fear not a thing.
I’m just sitting here thinking
Thinking of things.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Wonder why is the question I need to know
Now, before I die please show
See the happiness, see the sadness
Wonder, wonder why?
Beauty surrounds, beauty and glory
Making my life a beautiful story
Questions still there, still asking
Wondering, wondering why?
That seems to be the way
That seems to be the making of a life
But can’t help wondering, can’t help saying
I wonder, wonder why?
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Each morning now I greet a face
A stranger, I don’t remember
Back in time or space
An older woman surprises me in the mirror
Each morning, when
I wash her face.
When did she get here?
When did she arrive?
When did she replace that young girl?
Who greeted me in the mirror
As I
Washed her face.
Glad she’s here
Glad she survived and got thru
All the world put on her plate
When I think about it
I’m glad she took that young girl’s place
The one who used to
Wash my face.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
Your calling is calling
I think.
Follow and listen
To the directions
On how to proceed.
You may need help.
It will be there.
You may need support.
It will be there.
You may need reassurance
The way is right.
It will be made clear.
In the end
You’ll find its
You that has done all this
For you.
Listen…
~ Patrice
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