Silently, quietly my heart speaks
Only to you
Saying words important
To me, to you.
No one crys
Expressing those thoughts
Important
Way out in the far distant blue.
My heart knows not why
But knows
She must say those words
Only to you.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Lilacs in the spring
Make my heart soar
Let it sing.
Lilacs
Beautiful lilacs
In the spring.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
I saw a chipmunk sleeping lazily
Enjoying the day
Quietly.
I saw a dog splashing
Playing in the water
All alone.
I saw a deer eat seeds
From my deck
Secretly.
I saw a tree fall
Smashing all.
I saw ants marching across sand
With a leaf in their mouth
They ran.
I saw a dog cry
Mourning the loss of one
Who’d died.
I saw a tree upside down
How could this be?
I saw a bumblebee sip nectar
Quietly.
I saw a fawn cry
Plaintively.
I saw a stingray fly
Majestically.
I saw a crocodile up close
So scary.
I saw life abound
But none, not a soul, no one
Saw me around.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Going forward, going forth
Into the distance
Going with the force.
No one is left behind
No one is forgotten
All are with us now.
All will be in heaven
None forsaken
None overlooked or not taken.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
You don’t know what I know
You don’t feel what I feel
You don’t see what I see
You can’t hear what I hear
Because
You are not and never will be me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Heaven help the ones
Who lead the march
Across desert bare
Filled with trees
But nothing there.
Smoking hot
The earth upon their feet
Sending curses up
To gaunt, hollow cheeks.
No one calls, no one speaks
All is silent
Except for wailing
Seeping, creeping sounds
Calling, calling souls
To their sad defeat.
Let us help
Let us find salvation for
Those who need
Those who cry unmercifully.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Let the heart beat lightly
Let the soul sound loud.
Let its words be heard
Way beyond distant clouds.
Let no man stumble
Nor woman harmed.
Let us all soar
Leading lives that seem charmed.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Amazing place
We live in
Soak it up, savour
Breathe in.
Feel the rain pouring down
The sun soaking in
To the ground fertile and prized
Growing treasures
Where creatures thrive
Live in.
We have it all
We are part of this place
This place, this world
We live in.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Husk falls, dropping to the ground
Seeds of wonder spattered all around.
Dead or dying not necessarily their fate
Taking food, taking strength
From the earth, the ground on which
They were spat, they grow and create.
Slowly, quietly up to mighty trees
Strong and wondrous they unfold
Dropping seeds that too
Like magic wonder, grow.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Picky partners don’t always last
Sometimes they bicker and fight
It goes on and on
For whatever reason it just
Lasts and lasts.
Picky partners need to let up
Knowing being together
Happily
Is what needs to
Forever last.
~ Patrice
Patrice Clarkson – 2018
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