Hold back the anger
Remembering where hurts were done
By people who just didn’t care.
Not the one they tried to make me
Not the one who really cares
Whether their world is perfect
Cause in my heart, mine is
And nothing, no part of theirs.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
I don’t need to write each day
Nothing says I must, I may.
Not only of heartache do I tell a written tale
With knowing words that ache
As t’s are crossed and hope is there and all I’ve got.
But still, no one, nothing says
I must, I may write these words
Swirling in my head.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Everything is precise
All is exact
In a world perfect
But not the one I live in or want to
To be precise, to be exact.
~ Patrice
© 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
Razor’s Edge Bentley
You gave your heart
You gave it all
Gentle kindness was not all
Power, wise and strong
You did it all, you did no wrong
Stubborn some say, but a few
A wonder dog named Benny
That was you.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Today is the day which is the Birthday of a special little girl in my life
Love her
The BEST, the BEST
Happy Birthday!
Dear Ursa
From us and all the rest.
~Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
So much has changed
The world is not, not the same.
Death, anger, disarray
Where do I belong in this change
Playing out on what seems a sunny day.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Getting old
Is not for the mild or meek
Tough road lies ahead bolstered
From those already dead.
Aches and pains constant
Even if only in your head
Hip replaced, arteries clogged
Fingers arthritic and sometimes
The mind is just a smog.
That’s when you think of yesterday
Fill your heart with thoughts
That only knew life in a form of play.
Getting old
Will or won’t take those times away.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Temporary, that’s what they say
Lasting longer, not happening
No way, no way.
Savour while it lasts
Then go about
Go about your day.
Knowing the best has come
Has visited you
Visited you and stayed.
Just a little while
A little while
Today.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
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
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