Struggling with the absurb
Making no allowances
For the ones that deny.
Moving forward with assurance
Knowing only right
Can prevail.
Nothing is for nothing
Wondering what it is
That keeps me out of hell.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017



I don’t know
Nor will I be
Entrenched in anything
Filled with misery
I won’t call
Weep or wail
Sad words
They won’t prevail.
Marching on
Marching forward
Taking positive
Shielding my soul
From all
Nothing more
Than
A coward.
See that light
Feel it fill the sky
Warm my heart
Pour radiance
Throughout the world
Bring glad tears
Healing
To my eyes.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016

When I hear your reason
See your reason why
Then it may answer
All the questions I know
I thought were seasoned lies.
No one can tell me
The answer
Nor
Will they look me
In the eye.
I just have to ponder
The reasoning beneath all
That clutters
Clouds the reason
The reason why.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016


There was a time when we were old
We’d laugh and cry as life did unfold
No remorse for things gone by
Only clamour for a sweet
Haunting lullaby.
Ancient wrinkles on a child’s face
Laughing, crying filled with grace
No honour lost, no rushing pace
No deadline met, only loving grace
Masking love on a loving face.
In a time gone by we may have met
Laughed and cried, no heartache wept
What a wondrous thing
When we were young and therefore old
In a time when we spun together
Treasures made of gold.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012

As I look around
My heart, my soul
Do abound with love
Joy and gratitude
For things lost then
Brought back in magnitude.
No one hears or feels
The same thing
In the same way
For thoughts are lost
With no beating heart
To bring them back.
Only feel them
Touch the soul
Giving, sharing
Making one whole
With love
Joy and gratitude.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016



I didn’t draw, I wouldn’t paint
Little love, lots of hate
Time stood still
And seemed to crawl
No one knew
What could or would be all.
Focused on the wrong thing then
Didn’t know what was up
Or around the bend.
Hardship was a constant friend
Little laughter to ease my way
Just disaster each turn I made.
Then they came and held me up
Turned me round to see the light
Not just of love
But a grandeur life
Stroked my soul, made things right
This they did for me one night.
They stood behind, smiled and laughed
No judgement made in this my craft
What took so long?
You might ask
But only those who know
Can answer that.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012

I may no longer
Be firmly in your presence
I may be a memory now
Only a thought
A time in your life.
But I’m still here
In that thought
or a glint in your eye
A soft word spoken
To show, to guide.
No longer can I caress
With a hand you can see
But I’m here
Feel my breath as the breeze
Blows gently
That’s me.
Hear my heart
Now silent beat
When you see
A beautiful flower
A tree bend in the wind
Hear me.
No sad words need to be said
Over top of the berth
I now call my bed
For I have gone
To a place full of grace.
Kindness, radiant
Loving light fill this world
I’m now in
Gentle ones share, care
They hold me in.
Please don’t despair
Because I’m no longer there
In a form you’ve known
For I’m here
I’m still here.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016