Love is never lost
Only left behind or put in a place
Where it can’t grow.
Sow love seeds so dear
Nurture, care
Watch love grow.
No needy nor neglect
Let love grow in your heart
Don’t let it be, ever lost.
For this you’ll know
As you watch it grow
Love can never, ever be lost.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
The sun breaks
over a brown earth
Left as if dead from winter storms
But then
In the midst of all broke
Deemed dead and dying
Is a small green shoot
Emerging
Bringing life
To a winter weary land.
The warm sun gives life
Nurtures
The rising ones
Spring
Has come
As winter retreats
Only
On a later day
To blast
Blow once again.
The sun then rests
Satisfied
she has done her best
Thou
She too
Will be back
Tomorrow
To nurture, bring life
With a warm, radiating
Spring sun.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2020
Knowing all
Does not help
To know
The best.
Knowing less
Leaves you open
To seek, question
All the rest.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2020
Some days are not OK days.
Some days
Carry the burden
Of yesterday.
Some days
Your heart weeps
Your lips pale.
Some days
It’s best to think of
Another day.
Some days
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2020
Wandering now
Where I’ve never been
Seeking now
Things I’ve won’t begin
Leaving now
Thoughts I shouldn’t have held so tight
Gone now
From the darkest night
Flowing now
On a path not so straight
Holding now
Promise as I go to the light.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Heard the answer
Before the question
Was ever asked.
Knew the answer
Didn’t have to ask
Or form the words
To know
I must be forever
Where the answer is
Not
The question asked.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2020
I don’t have to write anything
Nor do I need to say
Kind or bitter words
I don’t have to do anything
Today.
Maybe tomorrow
In that different day
Things will be different
They’ll change from
What I do today.
But tomorrow
I’ll deal with it on that day
Because I don’t have to
Do anything, anything
Today.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson -2020
The virus spreads
Rearing it’s ugly head
All across
An unsuspecting land.
No one knows
Where it will go
Only know its come.
It’s infectious spread
Crosses
Across a frightened land.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2020
Holding still, holding fast
Waiting, waiting For the terrible, the bad
To pass.
Then the sun will shine, rivers flow
Lives will live, love and give
To all they know.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2020
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