I drink my coffee
I sip my tea
I struggle in the morning
Just to be me.
Then in the afternoon
It all becomes clear
Salvation from questions
I have no answers to
No answers for
Those I hold dear.
As night settles in
And my heart quietly rests
I see I’ve been tested
And survived with the rest.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
I see a rabbit hopping
Out along the back
All is quiet, except honking
No one could miss that!
Honking geese as they fly
In for their morning feast
They can’t afford to miss that!
Freezing rain has coated
Covered all
While trees hang in silence
Bowing to extremes.
Not one bird ventures out
Other than the geese
I see no one there about.
Waiting, riding out the storm
We all hunker down
And just sit it out.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Drip, drip of falling rain
Settles deep down the drain.
Is my life like that rain?
Have I flushed myself away?
Can I grasp strands of grace, gratitude
Interspersed with love
Pulling up myself to stay
in a world not only to survive
But live a life
Where I don’t want to die.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Have I been honest?
Have I been right?
Doesn’t matter it’s working tonight.
Isn’t it funny and mostly alright
Why not wander
To the far side of happy tonight?
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Some birds are strange to me
The ones at the feeder I see
Nose, two ears and four feet
Beneath of thee.
Whatever ever type of bird could they be?
A deer?
A deer you say
Stealing seed
Right in front of me!
But the way they fly
Over fence and hill
They must have gained
A little ‘Bird’
In their birdseed fill.
I will watch until the spring
When the feeder is no longer
Filled with magic seeds
That make a doe
Into this strange bird
I see flying over fence and hill.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
No more to hear
That groan of frustration
And indignation at my stupidity
No more.
No more racing, running
Chasing those damn cats
Or playing just for fun
No More.
No more glare
Of stubbornness
With the “I’ll do it if I want to”
And
“You can’t make me” look
No More.
No more timid look of
“Do you love me too?”
No more cuddles on the sofa
No more smile of pleasure
With the “They Love me too!” look
No more.
No more
silent understanding or sharing
With her
‘Best Friend Ever’
No more.
No more silly pranks
Or giving of the paw
No more.
No more looking
Into those bright brown eyes
No more stroking
That rakish soft coat
No more.
No more the belief that
Love alone can save a soul
No more.
All that is left is
No more. No more.
~ Patrice
Rest in peace and love Aggy ~ June 14/01 – March 12/13
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
It has been clearly brought to my attention
that cancer is not the only thing that kills.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Gone forever
It was beautiful
In the thought.
I should have
Wrote it down.
But
I just somehow
Forgot.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Some sometimes
Fear the best
There within
The rhyme.
I don’t know
What it’s all about
All I know I need to shout
That that’s hidden
Deep within the rhyme.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
What a wonderful dream
I had last night
You were in it all focused
Happy and beautifully bright.
We walked
A wondrous road
As it curved pass forest
Strong with might.
You laughed
And held me tight
You held me
All thru the night.
What a wonderful dream
I had last night
I dreamed a dream of you
Last night.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
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