The morning doesn’t run away
It stands and looks ahead
To what will come to be
On this now, breaking day.
No regrets should start the way
no ‘what if’ nor nothing negative
Be brought to this new day.
Only anticipation, happiness
With excitement on the face
That stands, looks forward
To this one bright, perfect day.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Now will come and soon will past
Memories will be what will last.
Moving in transition from has been
To that that lasts.
Now can dream, dream at last.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
I wonder why the words they say
Hurt, cut, fray away.
I’m sure that’s not what they intend to say
Still, it’s happened, it happened yesterday.
Some words were cruel, some just offhand
I lay awake all night, trying to understand.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Thoughts at morning
Bring the night to life
Answering questions
Dreamed late last night.
Maybe tomorrow
It will all seem right
But for now
Answers dance
In the morning light.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
I sit listening
To the world pass by
My heart is open
I do not cry.
Many words are spoken
Without a sound
Never enough love
Is passed around.
I will beckon, I will try
To get the attention
Of the one in charge
Of this world
I’m listening, pass by.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Holding on to something right
Moving forward thru darkness
Into light.
Striving to be the best I can
All of this
While living life on my terms
As I am.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Fall has come, its presence felt
The lane is crowded with leaves that fell
Geese fly through coloured hills
Their honks ringing against clear, blue skys.
While squirrels cache seeds
Nuts and whatever they can fill
Holes hidden hopefully to remember
In the cold winter still.
Sorrow, anticipation crowd my mind
At the last of summer as it falls to winter
In midst of such beauty that sends
Chills to the soul and thrills the mind.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Don’t fear the light
Nor the darkness in the dead of night
They will all embrace you
Lead you
With a guiding light.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
My heart rules, my heart says
Be the best and then leave the rest
Don’t look for bad nor tolerate those
That bring it.
My heart hears all kinds of things
Water crashing on distant shores
A baby bird looking for some more
The calling of a lonesome wolf.
My heart feels the touch of necessity
A coffee warm, so tasty
The gentle caress from one
So loved.
My heart does all these things
While beating life and breathe
Into everything.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
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