Let me hold, let me love those
surrounding my heart
Let me see beauty
in the world static or moving freely
Let me embrace tenderly and with care
all those I see filled with grief or despair
Let me know when to be still
and when to move like a lighting bolt
Let me, let me be in all
this I hold, feel, see and care.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020
A leaf falls
it’s life has come to a end
dropping down amongst other leaves
on a dead, barren ground.
A leaf falls
before air is awful cold
with frost foretelling things to come
darkness, winter, frozen bitter cold all day
then at night.
A leaf falls
it doesn’t care about the cold
it’s life has lived in warmth, breezes moist
hot atmosphere and now
A leaf falls
a life lived in full circle
from spring to early winter long.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020
My thoughts race
I pace the floor
Could it be
Could I possibly
Have more?
My heart is open
It feels good fortune’s
Gentle rays
Come flooding in.
My head spins
My ears roar
My thoughts race
As my jaw drops
Beneath my chin
To the floor.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson -2016
Hear the skies thunder
The clouds roar
Magnificence is here
To ponder
To support and store
All the love in the world
Forever
Forever more.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020
Dead leaves fall
Blowing
In the breeze
Falling to the grass
Floating
In the stream.
Dead leaves fall
Gathering
On the deck
And
Beneath barren trees.
Dead leaves fall
While children
Laugh
As they frolic in those
Now dead leaves.
That fell
That
Fall.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020
Feeling, reaching out, holding close
Not sure what this is all about.
Taste the anger, spit it out
Drink deep love, give it to all
All about.
See the sun rise, breathing life
Into a blue, sweet sky.
Experience the night
Enveloping all in a blanket warm and pure
Kept safe til darkness disappears.
I feel this, I reach out, hold close
For I now know what it’s all about.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020
Every morning I paint a face
The one I want to show
Moving thru the day
With beauty and with grace
I apply colours sometimes
In vibrant broad, happy strokes
Other times I can’t help
The lines are blue
They weep, they cry
Hues blended in a colour
That represents the reason why.
A smile I paint upon that face
Covering the worried lines
The anger
I hope not to find
Each morning I paint colours
To show love, beauty and grace
There on my face
With a special brush that covers all
The tired, frightened lines
I paint
Every morning I paint a face.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Waves of thunder cross the sky
Rain falls obliterating any peaceful scene
My heart wails in anguish
Horrified by what
I’ve seen.
May tomorrow ride the wave
Of sunlight streaming
Streaming across a quiet
Peaceful scene.
And I will rest in peace
Knowing life goes on
No matter what I feel
I’ve seen.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020
I must
reach for the best
I must
know that tenderness
will bring joy and happiness
I must
make my world turn
with kindness, not hate
I must
I must seek
search, participate.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020
Tenderly, I think of you
For the world was right
When I could hold you
With no forsaken thoughts
On my mind
As we laughed and talked
And oh so tender
Were those thoughts.
Tenderly, I think of you
You were my world
You gave me life
You showed me how
To navigate throughout
Any cursed strife
To hold on, to believe
For you gave me love
Tenderly.
~ Patrice
© Patrie Clarkson – 2016
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