Pull me to the centre
Stand in front of me
Protect me from whatever comes
Wanting
To inflict harm on me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018


Precious little
Comes to mind
When I hold the world
So divine.
Precious little
Crosses my mind as flowers bloom
Streams run wild
Mountains are so fine.
Precious little
Is on my mind
I can’t decide whether to run away
Relish or to hide.
Precious little
Is mine
Mine to decide.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018

Long ago, far away
A heart was broke
He did not stay
To weep or cry
Nor brush sad tears away.
Crushed
A fool she thought
Then sat
Laughed
Brushed her own tears
Away.
No fool was she
No clown performing
For vacant love
He, he was the one
A fool for leaving
Not loving her.
He turned
He walked away
Never knowing what
He could have had
He walked away.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018

We are in a deep freeze
A deep, deep freeze
Cold does not cover what it is
Breath taken away
Frozen in a frigid atmosphere.
Those you hold dear
Should not be out or near
Frozen
Smother instead with warm
Blankets of unfrozen love.
Polar bear cold
Things are froze
No one knows how deep
Or long it will go
Don’t know.
Please no longer than a sleep
Let it creep back up
Let us experience heat
No more deep, deep freeze
Oh please some heat!
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014

I will tell you when
I need to know
All the things that didn’t show
The world in it’s best light
Lived, lost
Wandered in the night.
Now my soul doesn’t like
To be left alone
Holding tight to a time
When love was free
Joyous, happy
All of these.
I will live on in life
Munster much, avoid most strife
Come to be the answer
I need to know
The answer I’ll tell you then
When I know.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018



Saw my heart filled
With love
And yours with such cold
Not caring bold disdain.
I wasn’t told
You’d soon depart
Or how I’d be shattered
Blown apart.
It seems it doesn’t matter
For that’s what you expect
When the heart
Is torn, ripped away.
Not sure why
I didn’t cry or follow
You out the door.
Instead I closed my heart
Denying for a time
That I wished
You would have stayed.
But now I wait and hope
And pray
That you’ll come back
Someday, someday.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2013


My journey is special
I am elite
No one else walks, talks
Or looks like me.
My heart skips a beat
When I look in the mirror
For there someone exceptional
Is looking at me.
No one in this world
This story or be
The exact same example
The same human being.
I am special
I am me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017