Are you listening?
Are you listening or is it me?
Is it me whispering?
Whispering silent messages
Softly on the breeze.
Cannot tell the difference
Cannot tell or sell
The words coming
Coming clear only to me
Are you listening?
Are you listening?
Are you listening alongside me?
Or is it only
Only me?
~ Patrice
Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Sultry humid, tired and dry
Looking for languid
Solemn I cry
No redemption neither remorse
I stand corrected
Powered with force.
Softly gentle, kindly kind
I trudge onward
In a mindless mind.
No heaven to help me
No devil to care
Follow the angry, uphold the rare
Sight of forgiveness, gasp for air
Holding on
I hope I’m spared.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson 2016
Dreams are forgotten
Never to be told
Dreams
Never to unfold.
Dreams of splendour
Happiness and fame
All to be seen
Going down the drain.
Sadness, despair
Anguish and heartache
Tear at the soul
Shattered
Fall to the floor
Never, no more.
Up from the tatters
Mended but bruised
Focused on laughter
Making that dream
Come true.
Watch as dreams
Of splendour and happiness
Unfold to be true
This too can be you.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
When the rains fell down
The sky was blue
Feeling all the misery
That’s come to you.
Tears of sadness
Heartache blue
Rains fell, not only crying
But to comfort you.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Disaster could have happened
Tragedy could have fell
Heartache in the moment
So fast no one could tell
If the world was alright
Or descended into Hell.
Prayers were answered, lives spared
But the fear of danger will forever tear
At a heart beating rapidly
Frantic to get to safety
To get away, to be spared.
All is quiet now
Birds sing a happy song
And
Somewhere in the forest, a mother
Loves her fawn.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Our rottie attacked a fawn about the same size as him in our backyard this morning. Fortunately, we got to them before any harm was done and the fawn was reunited with it’s mother.
We wonder lots of things
We ponder everything
We walk in step with nature
Believing
Anything is possible
Anything.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Once
Once upon a time
I dreamed
Dreamed you were mine.
This was a time
When all was perfect
And sublime.
Yes, you were mine
When I dreamed of a
Oh so perfect time.
No bittersweet goodbyes
Only loving, happy times
When you were mine
In a perfect time.
It was a time
The sun shone down on us
Filling all with a radiant glow
Of tender love
Sweet tender love.
I dreamed a dream
Once upon a time
When you
You were mine.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
Bright colours of spring
Have bloomed
Into vibrant summer things.
No world is full
Til summer brings
Harvest of spring’s risings.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
The heart beats a melodic song
Sending life throughout the quiet soul
Never once stopping or hesitating
Just keeping love in an even flow
Throughout the inner world
The one, the only one
That’s with you where’er you go.
~Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Thoughts are thinking
Thinking thoughts
Working out answers
Questioning a lot
Thinking.
Thinking in silence
Thinking out loud
Thinking.
Thinking thoughts
Creating magic
Developing a dream
Thinking.
Thinking of a scheme
The correct way to be
Leaving nothing unanswered
Thinking.
My thoughts have been
Thinking
Thinking of everything.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
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