Wondering
Once again.
Wondering
What is best?
Wondering
If I’ll make the right decision.
Wondering
Will it affect the rest?
Wondering
What will come to be?
Wondering
What will happen to me?
– No answers come but still –
Still I’m wondering.
Wondering
Just the same.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
So much
Could happen
If I knew the reason
Why I came here
What I need to see
Need to be.
See far meadows
See trees blowing
In the breeze.
Are these
These what I need
Need to see?
Breathe in salt air
As it crashes
Sinks back
To emerald depths
In a deep blue sea.
Will I reach these?
These I need to see
Need to hear
Those I do so need?
Then a sigh
I hear, I hear
My life is right
I’m where I need
Right where I need
To be.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Some things go around
Same as before
Nothing changed
Just the same, once more.
Once more
Once more some things go around
Go around
Same as before.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
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
The morning sun rises
On a day that’s
My brothers Birthday!
Brightly shinning sun
Waving branches on a soft breeze
Delicate opening flower petals
Gently rolling water
Snacking squirrels
And a prancing baby fawn
They all say
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!
To my brother on his Birthday.
Have a great day my brother
And may I say too
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Happy Birthday dear sister
Happy Birthday
Once again my dear friend.
May the world be yours to enjoy
Your heart be filled
With treasures of happiness.
Happy Birthday dear sister
Once again.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Shingles have taken over my face
Pain and tingling, ravage taking place.
Pills medicate leaving sleepy
Laying down the only peace.
Mending now, I’ll take a rest
Hoping soon to be in a better place
With no shingles on my face.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Security upmost desired
Trying to disappear into a flowing atmosphere
No ties, just don’t understand the how, why and when.
Big hog muscling in, grasp a hold, bring it in
Stand secure with all you are and have been
For no model broken cause before it has never been.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
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
Beat myself up
Curse the way
That got me here.
Need to let up
Need to be happy
That I’m living, existing
With breath to breathe
In this atmosphere.
Forget the bad, the negative
And the sad
Seeing only pleased
And grateful inside of me.
Forgive me and thee
Forgive and live
Live here
On the right side of happy.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
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