Can I venture to the past?
Relax and enjoy things seen
Fix what wasn’t right
Move forward
To this time I live in now
Confident
My heart will no longer hunger
For what has been and passed.
Can I?
Dare I venture to the past?
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Please forgive
Those that be hiding
In my memory.
Waiting to jump out
Scare, startle me
Please forgive them
And me. ~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
The sun shines bright
As the wind blows quiet like
The atmosphere breathes a restful breath
Eyes closed in winter rest.
Let me take it in
Feel warmth following the light
To a time when the sun shines
Even in the evening night.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Subtly is no form of action to take
When understanding pleasures needed
To make a heart full of happiness
Once mired down in toxins, felt like no escape
In a future yet to happen
That which, that which I make.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Life’s not easy but what I’ve got
Even if I sacrifice, pay my dues
Know it doesn’t mean
I get to cruise.
If the hard work never stops
Does it mean I’ll not
Feel fun and laughter, give it up
Be satisfied with my lot?
Absolutely, absolutely not.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Why not try to understand
All the confusion swirling round
Like a crazy marching band.
Don’t know where, don’t know why
But somehow I need to cry
Release the hurt, set free the sigh.
Move beyond the crazies
Then maybe, maybe
Understand the reason why.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
A robin wings her way south
Buffeting winds
That may drive her off course
Today undaunted
She stays focused on her way
Though wind, rain and snow
She goes to the place
Where the sun glows heat
And where she stays
Til its time once again
To fly north
With all her family and friends.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
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
Sorely saddened by my loss
So very hard to pay this cost
Of living life with those I love
Now gone, I pay the price
For loss of them in this life.
But
I’ll gladly pay that price again
For the years of love
I’ve been given
It’s priceless even though
I know
I’ll be sad down the road.
Saddened by my loss
Is a price I’ll gladly pay
To have had you in my life
Even if for just a day.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Cpl. Nathan Cirillo, was shot and killed while on honorary guard at the National War Memorial in Ottawa.
Warrant Officer Patrice Vincent, was killed after being struck in a hit-and-run attack in St-Jean-sur-Richelieu, Quebec.
Death, killed and died
Did no wrong, we cry
We cry.
Makes no sense
Why, why
Why?
Death, death
No reason why
No sane reason why.
~ Patrice
My condolences to the family, the friends of
Cpl. Nathan Cirillo and Warrant Officer Patrice Vincent
They served with courage and with honour. They gave the ultimate sacrifice.
Rest in the arms of God, brave soldiers
We Thank You. We Honour You
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
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