Leaves floating down
Falling, resting
Finally
On the ground.
No crash is heard
No weeping cry
Only silent sounds echoing
Throughout the sky.
My soul too
Does fall down
Reaching up, clasping pieces
To soften, the floating down.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Sounds of the earth turning
Turning round
No disconnect, no what the heck
Just moving, slowly moving
Going round.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
A hummingbird hovers making sure its safe
To drink nectar that brings forth
A feeling of heaven’s gate.
A hummingbird’s wings sing as she flies
In between blooms sending scent promising
Just about everything.
A hummingbird’s nest of twigs and things
Babies so small
They are next to nearly nothing.
A hummingbird dodges leaves and flowers
On the hunt of insects nutritious there
Amongst other things.
But you know I don’t think
That I’ve ever heard
A hummingbird sing
Anything.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Heartbreak takes the mind
To places I wish I could decline
But instead I tread an uneven path
Cursing heartbreak all the way
Not understanding
This will change tomorrow
To be a happier place than all today.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Fingers move across the page
Feeling emotions that do rage
Calming down anxious stress
With each word that is expressed.
Yes, fingers make anguish
Dissipate
As they move across
Caressing a waiting page.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
When I feel like it
That’s what I’ll do
No
Dyed in concrete
No
“Oh what shall I do?”
I’ll just
Move
Where my soul
My heart
Tells me too.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
The lush green of summer
Is contentment in lazy, hot days
Brief showers of warm shimmering
Summer rain.
Squirrels scurry away
Hummingbirds drink all day
Sun shinning bright in a clear blue
Summer sky.
All is right
As I lie
My eyes watching summer drift by.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Racing thru the schedule
Biding by the outcome
So nothing left again.
Amazed by the beauty
Hold all so special
Breathe in, breathe out
My friend.
We will enjoy it
When the dust settles
And the schedule
Is something that’s been.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Quietly we breathe in the sacredness of life
For we know no other sees
The world the same
As our eyes see
Nor hear sounds of living life
Like I, me.
Sometimes we laugh
Sometimes we cry
But in the end
Life is lived
This, none other can deny.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Tenderness, sweetness
Is all I can think
Til we meet again
Again.
Journeys are bold
Excursions wondrous sure
But nothing will be nothing
Until I see and you hold me.
Then and only then
It will surely be
Tenderness, sweetness
For me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
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