Precious little
Comes to mind
When I hold the world
So divine.
Precious little
Crosses my mind as flowers bloom
Streams run wild
Mountains are so fine.
Precious little
Is on my mind
I can’t decide whether to run away
Relish or to hide.
Precious little
Is mine
Mine to decide.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Long ago, far away
A heart was broke
He did not stay
To weep or cry
Nor brush sad tears away.
Crushed
A fool she thought
Then sat
Laughed
Brushed her own tears
Away.
No fool was she
No clown performing
For vacant love
He, he was the one
A fool for leaving
Not loving her.
He turned
He walked away
Never knowing what
He could have had
He walked away.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
We are in a deep freeze
A deep, deep freeze
Cold does not cover what it is
Breath taken away
Frozen in a frigid atmosphere.
Those you hold dear
Should not be out or near
Frozen
Smother instead with warm
Blankets of unfrozen love.
Polar bear cold
Things are froze
No one knows how deep
Or long it will go
Don’t know.
Please no longer than a sleep
Let it creep back up
Let us experience heat
No more deep, deep freeze
Oh please some heat!
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
I will tell you when
I need to know
All the things that didn’t show
The world in it’s best light
Lived, lost
Wandered in the night.
Now my soul doesn’t like
To be left alone
Holding tight to a time
When love was free
Joyous, happy
All of these.
I will live on in life
Munster much, avoid most strife
Come to be the answer
I need to know
The answer I’ll tell you then
When I know.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
When the time has come
When the time has an end
We all sacrifice and bow
To a power greater than ourselves
A power mighty
We don’t always comprehend.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Another year just today
Came to be, passed away
Looking
To the one to come
Wishing
Hoping
For a fortunate outcome.
Come join me
In the passage thru
A year
A day
A week or too.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
My journey is special
I am elite
No one else walks, talks
Or looks like me.
My heart skips a beat
When I look in the mirror
For there someone exceptional
Is looking at me.
No one in this world
This story or be
The exact same example
The same human being.
I am special
I am me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Death is overpowering me
Coming, telling me
What to do, where to go
Where to be.
Death is walking beside me
Holding gently, telling me
Souls who go don’t leave
They too, are alongside me.
Death is breathing life inside me
My time will come but not now
Go live a life full of love
Fun and beauty.
This death tells me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
There I stand
Soul, hat in hand
Searching, looking for the right way
The right stand.
Should I turn left
Or maybe right
Go forward or
Retreat into the dark of night?
No answer comes
No word spoken clear
Quiet, gentle silence moves me
Our bond unbroken here.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
We sat silently together
No one saying anything
Silently wishing
We could bridge the chasm
That that silence brings.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
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