Searching for something new
Searching amongst
The breathe of that
That I once knew.
Grasping, holding close
Memories I loved
See them fall away
Replacing now all that yesterday.
Searching for
New memories untold
Searching for a new life
A new mould.
Searching, searching
But no one knows
Nor will they let it be
As of yet, let it be told.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
When all the world whirls round
When a stranger stops and bends to the ground
When the heart feels compassion for those lost, wandering around
When no one knows hunger, anger or bad attitude
When we see magnificence in this body called me
That’s
When we’ll be living heaven on earth
Heaven on earth is where we all should be.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Tenderness is such a wondrous thing
It brings us close and it brings us things
Best of all it brings us love.
Tenderness is a wondrous thing.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
I didn’t know, I don’t know
How it would go
Could I reframe
From
Laughing, smiling or crying
Hold it close
Or
Let it go
Take a step to the left or
Move
Back to the right
Turn
Go anywhere
But does it seem right
Cause
I didn’t know, I don’t know.
~Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
In it’s grip
It’s grip so tight
Hearing ice crack
As limbs fight to stay aloft
In the cruel, bleak night
Sparks shoot into the sky
Wires break, electricity dies.
We wait for help, to understand
A world changed, transformed
Across our little plot of land.
No cell phone works
No lights come on
Except from generators
Throttled up, throttled down.
While chainsaws roar cross the land
We do our best
To clean up, to understand.
~Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
It blows again,
Drifting too, across the land
No remorse
It just covers bursting, growing, green land
Squirrels sigh, birds don’t sing
Blowing snow
Covers everything.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson 2016
Thinking of the beauty
Here in spring.
Thinking of growth
The rising from the ground.
Thinking of life’s birth anew
Oh so profound.
Thinking of creation’s magic
Like the beauty in a wren’s song.
Thinking
Thinking of a song.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Love is never lost
Only left behind or put in a place
Where it can’t grow.
Sow love seeds so dear
Nurture, care
Watch love grow.
No needy nor neglect
Let love grow in your heart
Don’t let it be, ever lost.
For this you’ll know
As you watch it grow
Love can never, ever be lost.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Wandering now
Where I’ve never been
Seeking now
Things I’ve won’t begin
Leaving now
Thoughts I shouldn’t have held so tight
Gone now
From the darkest night
Flowing now
On a path not so straight
Holding now
Promise as I go to the light.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
My heart is sore
My soul is too
I’ve lost a friend, a loved one
It was you.
So kind, so sweet
So strong, so dear
A gentle heart
I miss you being near.
No more to say
No more to hear
That laugh
That heartfelt cheer.
You had love for yours
Love of life
Blessed to know
Now gone to live with Christ.
We’ll miss you
My friend
Even thou we know you’ll walk near
We’ll see your smile, we’ll feel your cheer.
Rest in peace
My friend Pat
Pat
You are so dear.
~ Patrice
Pat Carpenter went to be with the Lord on Thursday, March 17, 2016 with her family by her side.
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
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