So cool today a chickadee came
To where the feeder should be
She looked and looked
Then took a flight around
Just to check no seeds were hidden
Near or on the ground.
It’s only August, too soon for seeds
Flowers bloom in all their majesty
But honestly, look closely
I see them shivering
Shaking in the breeze.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
In the morning I come to be
In my joyous place laughing, happy
All as it should be.
As a mourning dove gives it’s plaintive call
Cars pass knowing nothing of my life
Not at all.
Birds sing, squirrels jump from branch to branch
On the hunt for the perfect breakfast,
Dinner, lunch.
Flowers bloom, waving petals in a quiet breeze
While a fly buzzes, irritating for sure
But still a life that lives, that breathes.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Let me sleep
Let me be the person
I need
And want to be.
Rest
Deeply sleep
Dream
And be oh so happy.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
I feel the magnitude of it all
It shoves the good
The bad in my face
Making distinctions none at all.
I cope, I handle
Sometimes overwhelmed
One foot in front of another
I struggle and demand.
To have a life
A role in this universe
My little section I can love
That no one else can command.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Trust me for I know a lot
Not that you don’t
I’m sure you know, know a lot.
It’s just that in this time of strife
I’ve been here, I know how anger
Can eat away all happiness
Leaving nothing in your heart.
Please put away your revenge
Your ‘Get Even Tools’
Please see the magnitude
Of what lies before you
And forgiveness be your attitude.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
There across the table
Opportunity
Stands
Smiling sweetly
He beckons
He commands
He shows me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson ~ 2014
Feel my world change
For the better or the worse
My choice to make it
As I wish
The world doesn’t care
You see
Its moving as it should
It’s my choice to make it
The best, even better
Than a passing good.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Hidden Thoughts, secret lives
Never brought to the light
Held in darkness, cruel and rude
Fester abscess, no solitude.
Bring forth, let go
Rise the sun, curtains blow
In a wind of purity
pure white as the snow.
Then their secrets, dark and cold
Are exposed, let go
To live in happiness
That only you can ever know.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Uplifting a life, mine or another
Feeling less anger, strife
With each endeavour.
No one is perfect
No one lives on their own
We are all connected in life
Our world, nothing is alone.
Savour each leaf, honour an insect
Going about it’s business
Unbeknown to the beaver floating
In the creek.
We are all connected
We all need to be uplifting, loving
One another no matter
Our way of life, our beliefs.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Helping still in the deep, dark mellow time
I can’t remember why or where
I met the soul who pulled me out
Stood beside and helped bring about
All the wondrous things
I now shout out.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
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