I read the lines, saw the words
But no thought came to mind
Had no idea what was said
No vision of what to do.
My soul was cold
My heart frozen over
My ears, my eyes
Knew not what to do.
My feet they left
Never knowing the answer
To the question asked
Never knowing what to do.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Home is heart, heart is home
Speak softly
Let no one feel alone
Be together
Whether near or far apart
Act according
To the followings of your heart.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Voice speaking, crying out
Saying things needed
Feeling all alone
Desperate to know the answer
Seeking to be free
Of ties changing, dragging thee.
Voice may be loud
Sounding almost like a horn
Blowing breath, scattering every way
Or soft and mellow
Holding dreams inside
Being safe, secure today.
Voice crying of things lost and found
Then some stored away
Voice may be laughing, bringing joy
To the day
Holding, hugging souls captured
In the voice’s lilting, loving way.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
I heard your heart beat
I saw your breath breathe
My fingers touched your lips
My hands caressed your feet.
As my soul touched yours
I knew, knew there was
No where else in this world
I need be or rather go.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Spring will come and be spectacular
Leaving behind winter cold and white
No more fighting for
Warmth in long days of brilliant sunlight
Can’t wait for you to arrive
To be basking in
Your freshness, beauty and majesty
All things alive.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Stomach tied in a knot
Don’t know what is, what’s not
Blessed be the ones
That know their path, their way
No one need show.
Me, is it me alone
Doesn’t know the way
Can’t see the trail
Lost in woods dark and travail
Calling out is of no avail.
Breath in, breath out
Calmly think, think it out
The way is there
The signs will show
Just stop, look, see
Then for sure, you’ll know.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
I’ve gone the distance
I’ve paid the price
The fruits of my labour
may not be suffice
I’ve toiled, anguished
Over minor things
Leaping over hurdles
I’ve just about brought
My heart to the brink
Then
Because I love you
I believe
It’s worth everything.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
I thought of that
And now don’t know why.
I thought of this
And now I feel a need to cry.
I thought of things
And still didn’t feel a thing.
I thought so
And now I know I didn’t know
Anything.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Haven’t I always been the one
To wonder what happened
That let you in.
Your nasty temper
Your contemptuous lips
Causing heartache
Making life something a long ways
From pure bliss.
I should have closed the door
Slammed it in your face
Laughed at the anger
Coursing thru your body
Contorting every muscle
In your nasty face.
I should have
I should have been the one.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
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