Curiously Wondering
What is to be
What will become of my world
My life
In the years to come
To be.
Will I grow old
Hair turned white
Or
Just go to sleep
Forever
One night?
Questions asked
Answers
I don’t know
Time is the only one
That
Really knows.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
A robin lays a thousand eggs
only some come to fruition
Optimistic, she builds again
this time, she’s sure
she’ll see a thousand grow
Fulfilling her ambition.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
Heaven help the world
Understand
There is no tomorrow
If we don’t stand and
Let nature be around.
We alone cannot supply
Our food nor make rain
Come pouring down.
Understand
We are but a small dot
In a world
Simply
Spinning round.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
No one lives a life full of anger, strife
nor
do they live in unprecedented peace
a nondescript life.
Somewhere between, somewhere
we live
our own beautiful
personal life.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
What have I done
and
where will I be
in
a year
decade
century
Will I know
know
the time to let go
to let be
Will these answers
come
in a rush of clarity
or
quietly while I sleep
peacefully.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
The heart is a treasure
Hopefully, never to be seen
It guides, beats life in a body
Where she is queen.
The mind may be king
But the heart, she is queen
Without her
The mind can’t do anything.
Giving life, birthing life
Holding life in between
No one lives a life without a heart
Hopefully, never to be seen.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
I haven’t been
the one to love
I haven’t been
I haven’t been
the one to cherish
I haven’t been
I haven’t been
no matter what you say
I know
I know the truth
I know
I haven’t been.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
Hold me close, hold me tight
thru the long day
into the darkest
darkest night.
Let no one come to harm
me or mine
let the world turn quietly
without any
any crime.
This I pray, this I wish
that you hold me close
hold me tight
with all your gentle
gentle might.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
The tic tock of the clock
goes on and on
holding me captive
with its sound.
The night is dark
the stars hidden away
still the clock ticks
ticks all thru the night
into day.
The pendulum swings
sounding on each hour
each day
signalling time passing
life drifting away.
With each tic
tic tock
my heart beats
beats to the rhythm
of that ticking clock.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
A day to reflect
a day to stay focused
on tomorrow
making it better than yesterday.
The hurts, wrongs and harms
done in the name
of a God
that would not condone
such tragedies in anyway.
Fill your heart with love
fill your soul with remorse
for the small
innocent children lying dead
in shallow, unmarked graves
undiscovered
til just yesterday.
They had done no wrong
snatched
from their mothers and fathers
one terrible
fateful day.
Send support
for survivors that made it thru
endured torture, harm unmitigated pain
for no reason
not ever, not never
in those horrible years
terrible days.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
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