A butterfly lands and rests her wings
sipping nectar
water
all delicious things.
Then she leaves
flutters away
her bright colours
all on display.
Maybe tomorrow
or
the day after today
she’ll be
on her journey
to a southern land
miles away.
Where there
too
she’ll sip more nectar
fluttering
one flower to another
her colours on display
all those miles away.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
Strange dreams populate my night
They make no sense telling stories
Of places never seen
People I know
But they are in a strange dream.
Somethings seem familiar
In an odd way
I’ve been there
But I can’t tell you
When or on what day.
I awaken quizzing
Just what was this experience
No words to describe
That strange dream experience.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson -2017
Dismal failure
comes to mind
when I recite
a simple
nursery rhyme.
They speak of laughter
a joyous time
while in my heart
cries of disaster
no merry
nursery rhyme.
Dark place
that’s what I feel
what comes to mind
reciting
nursery rhymes.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
My heart aches, my soul cries
For the loves
I’ve lost
And
Live no more.
The time came they must depart
Leaving anguish
Loss
In my broken heart.
Someday I know I’ll see again
Those I loved
I lost
They’ll be with me forever
Forever once again.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
You don’t know how I live
You don’t know
what makes me tick
all is hidden deep
beneath the facade
I keep.
Private, personal that’s where
I live
hoping fervently
you don’t peek beneath
my closed lid.
Which slams shut
whenever
I think someone’s too close
to see my flaws
secrets I keep, hide
I live.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
We work towards
a good ending
we feel the ending come.
Our hearts are remorseful
knowing
this that’s to come.
Will there be a tomorrow
will it all end
today?
Not ours to answer
not ours
to know in any way.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
The lush green of summer
Is contentment in lazy, hot days
Brief showers of warm shimmering
Summer rain.
Squirrels scurry away
Hummingbirds drink all day
Sun shinning bright in a clear blue
Summer sky.
All is right
As I lie
My eyes watching summer drift by.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Do you know, do you know
What I should do
Do you know
Do you know?
Tell me
Please
Tell me, tell me
So I know too.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
Clouds boil black across the sky
hiding goodness, laughter
beneath an unforgiving land
the sun can’t shine nor rivers flow
there is no time for kindness to be bestowed.
Maybe tomorrow
or
the day after that
brightness and laughter
will replace all this awful crap.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
Curiously Wondering
What is to be
What will become of my world
My life
In the years to come
To be.
Will I grow old
Hair turned white
Or
Just go to sleep
Forever
One night?
Questions asked
Answers
I don’t know
Time is the only one
That
Really knows.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
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