Feel the fall
The crash
The bang.
See it all shatter
Splatter
Across the plain.
Yell
Scream
Your anguish
To cold
Callous ears.
This madness you discovered is here beneath your tears. ~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014


It started in my head
It grew in my heart
My pen let it out
That painting, that writing
That perfect piece of art.
It’s voice did cry
‘Bring me out to the world
Not living just in your head’
I heard those words from
That perfect piece of art.
Begged to be seen
Begged to be read
That idea, that writing
That perfect piece of art.
Now the world can see
What my pen brought out
That lived in my head
Grew in my heart
That painting, that writing
That perfect piece of art.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014

It fell from the sky
Crashed to the earth
A spaceship from somewhere
Maybe the past
Resting now
In a soft bank of snow.
Who knows who they are?
Where they’ve been
And where they’re yet to go
Now impaled
Stuck in the snow.
Will they go in reverse
Back to the sky
Disappearing from earth
In the dark of the night?
Going forth to the future
In a blaze of hot light?
Then again
They could melt into the snow
Part of the crowd, no one to know
Not born or raised here on earth
But from a place we don’t know.
There are those who’ll say
“It’s an icicle deep in the snow
Fell from the eavestrough
Succumbed to gravity’s pull”.
As for me, I just don’t know.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014


Drifting slowly down
The last of winter softly hits the ground
Melted in an instant, turning to a rain
Flowing quickly, pouring down the drain
Now just melancholy remembrances
Of a winter almost gone.
Spring emerges, quickly coming on
Banks of snow melting, feeding
Turning to green grasses that grow
In the warm summer sun that gives strength
To all the little baby ones.
Then the cycle turns again, falling onto fall
That is when we come face to face
With the coming cold winter snow
As we see the seasons change
In a ever changing show.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014




This morning I’m struggling
Unsure, crushing blur
Can’t see around the bend
Can’t see free or happy.
Looking, trying to see
Be the good in this my journey
But this morning
It evades me.
Only feel failure, sadness
Struggling, struggling
Just don’t know
What or where I should go.
A lot have it worst I know
Makes me feel guilty
For I know I’m blessed
Have so much, so many opportunities
Yet this morning I struggle
I’m struggling.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2014


Searching, reaching
For something of the best.
Finding, finding
Maybe then I can rest.
Tired, tired of searching
Reaching for the best.
Even so I will continue
Cause if I stop, I’m sure
They’ll lay me to rest.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014