As I sit here thinking
Of what is to be
And been
My mind wanders to things
That have passed, have been.
There are no memories
As strong as those
That I’ve lived
Been part of
Those that have been.
Future dreams that I’ll be living
Won’t be nothing
Won’t be memories til
They’ve passed thru my living
Going into what has been.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
No words to say
None to convey love and understanding
No, nothing comes to mind
To articulate or define
No, nothing
Nothing comes to mind.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
The sun shines bright
glistening on fallen snow
in
the early morning light.
Troubles seem trivial
anger has not much might
for pure white snow covers all
in
the early morning light.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
See the world in a different light
See it radiate love
Carried throughout the day
Into night.
Let no one be left behind
Nor dropped by the side
All carried to salvation
By the shining of that loving light.
~ Patrice
@ Patrie Clarkson – 2021
I sit here wishing
What is
Could not be.
Hoping life
Would be a little gentler
Take pity on me.
Trusting it
Will get better
So all can be happy.
Doesn’t matter what I wish
Cause life is
What it will be.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Having a hard time
For
I’m seeing the future
In a bleak frame of mind
Looking out onto trees
Dripping
As if crying along with me
My heart is broken
In
So much anguish and pain
I know
The sun will shine
Again
I know
I will laugh
Til
I cry once more
But until
That time comes
The future is sadness
All I see
A future bleak
Without you here
Near me.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
Like winter winds that blow
Our lives can be tossed
To and fro.
So grasp with vigour and hold on so tight
To live thru your winter and bask once again
In
A summer’s delight.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
A eagle sits up in a tree
resting
after fishing salmon
in
our tiny stream.
Majestic and noble
he doesn’t seem to see
the trials, tribulations
I’m burdened with
as I too wander by
that
tiny, fish laden stream.
He brings it all into perspective
he makes me see
life goes on
regardless
of what I want
I need
I perceive.
~ Patrice
Patrice Clarkson – 2021
Remember when
The world was small
Worries, cares were nothing
To speak of at all.
No crashing down
Of a market
Not really existing
Not at all.
No change in time
It just moved forward
Regardless of everything
Anything at all.
No mushroom cloud
No toxic smoke
No weeping, wailing
All lost hope.
Those were to come
But when
The world was small
None of that mattered
Not at all.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Feel the respect of life
all life
hold, cherish
and
spread the love
of those lives
throughout the land.
Each life
is precious
all lives are great
hold yours
in reverence
making sure its the best
all
that you possibly can.
~ Patrice
Holding in reverence those lives given
so that we could live these lives we have
You are great, you are loved
Thank you Veterans
for your service and your sacrifice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
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