Do I have something to say
Will anyone listen
Have I gone to the past
That now lasts and ever lasts?
What will I do if the words
I spoke prove to be untrue
Will I cry
Will I speak of why?
Don’t know the answers
To those questions
Illuminating my mind.
Only know
I speak the words
That fill my questioning mind.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
I heard the wild goose call
I heard her plaintive tone.
I bowed my head in honour
Of all those left
Left alone.
On the field of war and anger
In the battle
No one wins alone.
I heard the wild goose call
Come
Come bring your brave soldiers home.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Snow has fallen
Blanket soft and white
Caressing slumber
In a quiet night.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Trouble is I haven’t seen the light
Radiating thru the darkness
Thru the night.
No one
Calls my name
No one holds my hand.
Alone in the quandary
Where oh where
Do I stand.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Do I tell the stories
I know
Or do I let them go.
My heart doesn’t know
The way
The way I should go.
My spirit tells me
Feel the earth
Breathe the skies.
And the beings that live
Purely
Will guide you, they’ll never lie.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Sought to seek the answer the spirits speak
Never once thinking to look inside
To see the answer that I need
The answer, which is here inside of me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson -2018
Let me write
Something smart and clever
Telling the world
Secrets they didn’t know.
Pour my thoughts out
Convey all the things
I understand
And now know.
Hope they show
Compassion, loving kindness
And a knowledge given me
That til then I didn’t know.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Golden leaves swaying
On a November breeze
Floating, cascading down
Landing on soon to be
Frozen, winter ground.
Woods are silent, hushed, listening
To the still quiet as a hunter lurks
Waiting to kill in the midst
Of golden leaves falling, raining down
Upon barren, dying ground.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
I spoke to you
You spoke to me
Together we spoke of majesty.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
The world doesn’t leave me far behind
It holds me, helps me
Giving all I need
All
That’s divine.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
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