The farther I go
The farther away
I get from
What has happened
Yesterday.
Seeking no remorse
Nothing to say
All is in the past
That I did
Yesterday.
Maybe tomorrow
When I’m farther away
Maybe then
I’ll understand the past
All that happened
Yesterday.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
You didn’t see me I know for a fact
Nor did you want me
Want me back.
I slide into the shadows
Paused in a quiet spot
Before heading away from you
And all, all your self-centred thoughts.
I won’t be back and I think
It’s a well known fact
That you’ll never miss me
You’ll never ever, ask me back.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
I saw you together connected by an energy
A wave of endless love.
No words needed to convey, to see your love
Bonded together, radiating an energy
Produced by shared love.
Mother, daughter connected forever
By a word, a feeling, a energy
We simply name love.
~ Patrice
Patrice Clarkson – 2015
You are the one, the special one
That makes me catch my breath
Lost for words to express
The love I have
In my beating breast,
No words remain to take me
Any closer to a heaven on earth
As I lie side by side
With my dear sweet love
The only one I do love.
A love I adore, breathe
And live for
You are the one, the special one
My Valentine
I’ll cherish evermore.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson -2019
Nothing to say, not today
No one comes, no one says
Anything relevant or astute
But then
I look outside and see
The world in all it’s beauty
Snow drifting by
Trees standing proud
Birds flying round
That’s when I realize
There’s nothing more to say
It’s already said
I just need to sit back
Enjoy this spectacular scene
This journey, this ride
I’m lost for words
My heart does sigh
It sees all, it seems.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
I live in the past
I see those days
I hear that heartbeat
Unable to make
Those old thoughts
Go away.
But
Not all sadness I feel
For joy and gladness
Support me today
I know I had, had it all
In the life I lived
Yesterday.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
I hold up my hand
In gratitude to all those
Who lost the fight
The battle which had
No score.
Win or lose was the choice
Nothing else, no more
I too, will travel down that road
And at the end
To be no more.
There I may find that
Win or lose is not the choice
It’s to live
Forever more.
~ Patrice
Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Let me settle down
My anger now is very, very profound.
You took a life, meant nothing to you
Just something in your way
With a swipe, you took a life away
Didn’t miss a stride nor did your heart skip a beat
You went on like nothing bad marked your soul
Or was there blood on your saintly hands
You smiled, laughed, no trace upon your angelic face
Of the death someone has to face
A death you caused, you alone.
It may have been just a little creature
Living life in the space you called your own
You crushed the breath from that creature’s chest
You ground your shoe in the sand
Leaving no trace of a life
That may have been so grand.
Life is precious
Intertwined with all we see
Combined to grow, prosper alongside one another
Whether we walk, run, leap or crawl
You’re not alone nor can…
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Heading down the road
Going the way
My small voice saids
She saids,
‘Come be blessed and happy
Come travel on the road
The path you’re meant to be
Enjoy every moment
Let not anything just be
Savour, inhale
All the road has to offer
On this great, lovely journey.’
Come along, join me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Morning doves and evening grosbeaks
Ever wonder why the names they got
What they seek?
And how come blue jays cry?
While chickadees speak
Crows caw?
Truth is, that too
We don’t know why.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
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