No makeup on today
Or yesterday
Skin festering, itching burning
Hives have made their way
Onto my face, my neck
Above my heart
Everywhere it seems
Gasping for some respite
Scratched raw
Went seeking help
Not once but twice
Yesterday.
The world has turned again
For today
I have my peace, my rest
Skin reduced to normal
Not like yesterday
On rising this morning, today
No more itching
Scratching
Like yesterday.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Oh my goodness
What is the way
Down the path
Or the road
Far, far away?
My heart doesn’t know
My head can’t see
Yet the decision
Must come
From only me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Sadly see panic, terror
On the face of one I love
Can’t help
Have to let it be
Pass thru, let it pass
Understand it did happen
But now
Now it’s in the past
Where you can let it be
What it was
What came to be
I can’t know nor understand
Only support and be there
To help you thru
This past, awful memory.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
An old soul once told me
‘Be kind, gentle and above all full of courtesy’.
Makes no difference that old soul you see
Was a dog I knew
Oh, just so briefly.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Silently, quietly my heart speaks
Only to you
Saying words important
To me, to you.
No one crys
Expressing those thoughts
Important
Way out in the far distant blue.
My heart knows not why
But knows
She must say those words
Only to you.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Lilacs in the spring
Make my heart soar
Let it sing.
Lilacs
Beautiful lilacs
In the spring.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
I saw a chipmunk sleeping lazily
Enjoying the day
Quietly.
I saw a dog splashing
Playing in the water
All alone.
I saw a deer eat seeds
From my deck
Secretly.
I saw a tree fall
Smashing all.
I saw ants marching across sand
With a leaf in their mouth
They ran.
I saw a dog cry
Mourning the loss of one
Who’d died.
I saw a tree upside down
How could this be?
I saw a bumblebee sip nectar
Quietly.
I saw a fawn cry
Plaintively.
I saw a stingray fly
Majestically.
I saw a crocodile up close
So scary.
I saw life abound
But none, not a soul, no one
Saw me around.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Going forward, going forth
Into the distance
Going with the force.
No one is left behind
No one is forgotten
All are with us now.
All will be in heaven
None forsaken
None overlooked or not taken.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Heaven help the ones
Who lead the march
Across desert bare
Filled with trees
But nothing there.
Smoking hot
The earth upon their feet
Sending curses up
To gaunt, hollow cheeks.
No one calls, no one speaks
All is silent
Except for wailing
Seeping, creeping sounds
Calling, calling souls
To their sad defeat.
Let us help
Let us find salvation for
Those who need
Those who cry unmercifully.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Let the heart beat lightly
Let the soul sound loud.
Let its words be heard
Way beyond distant clouds.
Let no man stumble
Nor woman harmed.
Let us all soar
Leading lives that seem charmed.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
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