A bluejay came looking
For a feeder today
Checking
Seeing whether one
Was on display
Silent and quiet
Not a word did he say
Just looking
Looking
To see if a feeder was up
Fast food for the winter
He was looking
Looking
Checking today.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Looking out my window
Seeing life displayed
Playing out sometimes
In misery
Sometimes in loving grace
I can see no happy feeling
Accompanies
A penitent, sad face
But all is as it should be
All live life
trying not to scar
Or leave a marring footprint
A telling trace.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Sadness comes
And dwells with me
Again today
Bringing all her baggage
Hanging in taters
Just like yesterday.
No laughing, only crying
Sullen, morose behaviour
As I sit here in my misery
Just like yesterday.
~ Patrice
Sincere
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Lying in wait of something grand
Making no mistake
The heart is totally in command
As I listen to my soul who knows
That no one will ever love
As much as you and I
This I know
This I understand.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Lost in the wilderness
Lost in me.
Striving to find success
Striving to find me.
Seeing constant
Seeing nobody
And nobody is me.
Why have I lost this?
Why is it me?
Feeling a soft caress
Gently caressing me
Softly letting me see
I don’t need to be lost
I only need to be me.
No lost in the wilderness
No silly lost me
Return that soft caress
That sweet kiss, kissing me
Found in the wild wilderness
That’s where I found me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
When you see the greatness
The majesty
You’ll also see the power
And the glory.
No stone unturned
No path untread
No heart lying
Waiting in an empty, lonely bed.
All will be together
All will be suffice
To make this world better
To give this world life.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
When I was lost, nowhere to go
She was there
This I know.
Holding still
Sitting quietly next to me
Not on a chair
But a presence
I could feel, I could not see.
Quietly she spoke
Her hand reaching out
Caressing my spirit, my soul
This being called
Me.
She told of things
That would be
She told me I would succeed
She told me, she told me
Everything.
Her voice so calm
Her touch so light
Her presence it could light
The darkest night.
An angel perhaps
A passing soul, who knows
But by my side
She lived, she stayed
She goes.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Take the bad
Let it rest
Somewhere else
That is best.
Don’t dwell on it
Don’t let it control
Your head, your heart
Your very soul.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
We have no concerns
That bother us, we take them in
Our stride.
Neither can hardships concern us
If we smile and know the thing is
We’re alive.
~ Patrice
Patrice Clarkson – 2016
I’ve always had that Gentle Soul
Guiding me thru tough
Tumultuous times
At my side they’d be
When no one else did care.
That Gentle Soul would reach down
Pick me up, quietly set me
On the proper path
Never asked, always there
To help guide me anywhere.
That Gentle Soul has saved my life
Guided me thru all kinds of strife
I owe so much, I must give back
Kindness to those on their own path.
That Gentle Soul has guided me
Now I must do the same for thee.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
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