Imagine
Today is your last day.
What would you say?
Where would you go?
What would you see?
Would it be beauty
Or misery?
I don’t know
Can’t see
But hope I’d make it
The best day to last me
An eternity.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013


Pachyderms heading south
Heading out
In a truck equipped
No doubt
With everything needed
To trek down south.
Bon Voyage!
Heading out
Not having to walk
Way down south to
A sanctuary
Heaven on earth I have
No doubt.
Too cold here
Should wear mittens
On your snout
Heading south
Yes, Pachyderms
Are heading out.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013

Travel far, travel away
Travel from all that’s desperate
Not good for you today.
Travel up, travel down
Make your pleasure
Be all around
Those you love so profound.
Enrich this your life
And be it found on
Travelling up or far away
Is your choice
On this and everyday.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013

My benefactor does not know
What has happened.
And where I go
My benefactor does not know.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2013

Many the border cross
Up to the promised land
Where joy
Wonder are lost.
No one is forsaken
Only lost in a world
Of no glory, sadness
Broken hearts.
Turn around
Turn back
The world you live in
Is not the one lost.
Only your way
That’s the thing
Lost.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2013


A hummingbird came
To my window yesterday
She pleaded and begged
Me not to put away
That feeder which fills
Her each, everyday.
She needs calories
To fly away
On an epic journey
To warm, hot lands
Far far away.
Maybe tomorrow
She’ll leave
Before the snow flies
And the leaves
Are deceased.
So now, today
She pleads
Fill it up, leave it be
Help her get ready
For her long, long
Epic journey.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013

