Haven’t learned my lesson
Haven’t done my job
Sacrifices taken
But
Still can’t understand
The reason
Nor
The writings
In the Almighty’s Log.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Haven’t Learned My Lesson
March 7, 2019
My Beating Heart
March 6, 2019
My heart is heavy
She feels so old
So many stories
How many more
To be told?
She ticks and beats
She has survived
She seen joys
She has cried.
Blood fills
Pulses to
My mind, hands, feet
And back thru.
How many more thumps
Does she have
Not mine to know
Just glad I have her
I have
My beating heart.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Share this:
Not Sure
March 5, 2019
Not sure where the trail leads too
I stop upon the path
As my feet have lead me to
A place of wonder, beyond belief
A place where all can be named
Succeed.
Not sure what I have to say
Know the words will come
When its their day
Flowing out upon the land
Resting with those that need
Need their words, need a hand.
Not sure if I’ll see
The things I must to be me
But then again what if I am
Already there
And they’re already in
My soul’s command.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Share this:
Have You Seen? Have You Seen Me?
March 4, 2019
I don’t know where and must ask
‘Have you seen?’
‘Have you seen me?’
Lost in the wilderness of life
Adrift in a wake of crushing waves
Wandering thru
Obscure to anyone
I sigh a breathe deep and long
Waiting for the air to come back in
Asking all who’ll listen
‘Have you seen?’
‘Have you seen me?’
~ Patrice
Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Share this:
There We Are
February 28, 2019
There we are
And come again
Nurturing love
No matter what
Comes round
The bend.
Forsake not love
That has been
Hold on
go beyond
Heart and soul
To skies
Where angels flow.
Love will come
Love will go
Embracing us
With it’s magic glow
Touching lives
With a gentle touch
Not holding on
Way too much.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson
– 2015
Share this:
Nothing Really Happens Til
February 27, 2019
Nothing really happens
Til something moves
Takes control.
Nothing really happens
In the morning bright
Til eyes open
Letting in streaming sunlight.
Nothing really happens
Til words are spoken
From a mouth open
Speaking things we need to know.
Nothing really happens
Til feet move
Heeding the mind’s signals
And control.
Nothing really happens
Til we let Mother Nature
Let nature have the reins
And we let go.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Share this:
Tonight
February 26, 2019
Treacherous feelings I harbour
Tonight
Anger seething in my blood
Tonight.
Each footstep taken
Keeps me in a raging hold
Tonight.
No answer, no salvation
In the black, bleak darkness
Tonight.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Share this:
Snow Blows
February 25, 2019
Snow blows
It leaves for dead
Spring blossoms, warm summer
Where footprints lightly tread.
Deep in blowing snow
Hold fast to warmth
Radiating from the fireplace glow
Now is not the time
To let bird feeders run low.
Snow white
Blowing snow covers all
In cold and harsh
But still we know
Its winter white where
Snow blows blowing snow.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Share this:
Focus On Falling Snow
February 22, 2019
Focus on falling snow
Dropping, falling, drifting
Blow.
Filling cracks in heart and soul
Holding softly footsteps
Traced in falling white.
Moving with
No cares in sight
Blanketed in soften, drifting white.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Share this:
Flowing Down The Page
February 21, 2019
Flowing down the page
Words written by a distant sage
Knowledge knowing
Understanding things lost
Hidden in the midst of all
Which we will understand
We will know
When the written words
Are read
For our eyes will overflow.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Patrice’s Art & Poetry Blog 