The forest blooms with flowers gorgeous
Even in the middle of a dreary night
As light casts its rays across a pond
Reflexing joy in every way.
Suddenly I see a bee buzzing
On a flower right there, in front of me
Deer drink their fill and squirrels
Rack up miles running up and down
A tree’s woody trails.
All is well
Spring has come to this land
The forest blooms
While we prepare to be in the midst of this
That is so good, so grand.
~ Patrice
© Patric Clarkson – 2016
Gentle kindness needed everywhere
Fill the gap with hardy laughs
Store any gain in a open sack.
That way, you’ll be above
Beyond
All that holds you back.
Laugh, laugh
Embracing and sharing gentle kindness
Feel it here at last.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Here I sit and wait
Looking for just the thing
That’ll bring full circle round.
All the time to contemplate
Time to negotiate
Time.
Be relieved
Believe all will come
To those that wait.
Just sit
I sit and sit
Sit and wait.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
My heart grows old
With stories that are told
Snuggled in a soul
That will never, ever
Grow old.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
May 24th celebration has gone
used to be festivities
All day long.
Nothing, no more celebrating
Can’t understand
How could all this pass?
Used to be dancing, parties, sing-along
Fireworks and baseball
May 24th celebration, all day long.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
A turtle met me just today
While I was on my way
She wasn’t very cordial
Actually, awful antisocial.
Snapping, snapping
On what seemed
Her busy way.
The sun was shinning bright
On shell glistening
In the morning light.
What a time to see
A turtle there in front of me
She’s on her way
Must lay eggs today.
No time to doddle
No time to say
Good morning or good day
Must be on my way.
I met a turtle
Just today
A snapping turtle
By the way.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
If I could speak and say
To my younger self
The things I know today
I wouldn’t listen to myself
Berate and think I’m not worthy
Of love in anyway.
I’d say beauty doesn’t last
It fades away to something beautiful
Just in another way
What’s important now won’t be
In tomorrow’s day, so let it go
Let it fade away.
I’d tell her she’ll grow old
Live and laugh no matter what
Tragedy may come her way
That all she has to do is just love
Love and live each and everyday.
That’s what I would tell my younger self
If I could speak to her in
Yesterday.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Somewhere along the way
My heart bled and sadness, sorrow
Washed away.
Somewhere along the way
I don’t know where or will I stay
Near or far, far away.
Somewhere along the way
My heart bled and washed
All thoughts of you away.
Somewhere
Somewhere along the way.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
My heart softly waits
To make the connection
To the world of love
Not hate.
My heart
She softly waits.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Robin in the nest that be
Built an impressive place
For turquoise eggs to be
In their little comfy nest
Do rest
Patience be
Keep an eye on all
That may be around
To harm
This little nest that be
Tucked away
Hidden in leaves
Where no one sees
This little nest
A robin’s nest
That be.
~ Patrice
Happy Birthday Sharon
and many more!
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
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