The idea came
I think yesterday
All laden in glory, no more can I say.
The idea came
I don’t know from where
Out of the blue it was just was there.
The idea came
Quietly
No bolt of thunder or shouts of ecstasy.
So I must get busy, work away
And make it real
This idea that came to me yesterday.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Lost in thoughts of blooms in spring
Wishing, hoping soon will be spring
Not sad to let winter go
So glad to be getting pass the cold.
The blooms in spring are what
I’m waiting, wishing for
While here, in the depths
Of frigid, winter cold and snow.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Sitting here thinking
About what my day may be all about
Hoping for no pressure, just fun, laughter
You know what thats about.
Hoping my heart will grow with love
While my sorrows just ebb away
No tremendous thud
Yes, I could learn to love
What that is all about.
Just sitting here thinking
Thinking what my day
Is going to be all about.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Feel myself spiralling down
Feel the sadness all around.
Morose behaviour I have found
Doesn’t let me feel a better way
Just seems I am bound
To trudge alone, spiralling down.
But maybe
Come to terms with who I am
No more sacrifice
Know the person that I know
I know I am.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Why didn’t I think
This five minutes ago?
Maybe then I’d be standing
On the threshold all dressed in gold
Instead of shivering
Sinking in this wretched hole.
Didn’t think
This is how it would go
Just didn’t think
Five minutes ago.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Snow is blowing once again
Spewing doubt of whether
A heart will beat and families meet
In this world or after.
Sadness is a trait
Carried on an atmosphere
That makes us feel so small
Full of heartache, heartache
Is what we feel us all.
Thru the cold may we flourish
Someday in the warmth
Of sunshine of the sun
Share laughter with family
And all friends
No sorrows or past regrets
Just pleasure at its best.
So, may snow blow love
Far into spring
Caressing thru a summer
That’s falling into fall.
Thats, that’s what we hope for
Even have the nerve to request
Oh yes, that would be the best
For us all.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Sharing thoughts in the quiet of our minds
Touching souls with our hearts on fire
Soothing wounds in the depth
Of things that matter.
Calling out to all that doubt
Pulling them in
To shoulder some of the load
So no one travels a road alone.
Quietly be everything you need to be
Call it ‘Me’
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Clear the cold move it aside
As you open the door
To the warmth inside.
Stand at that door
Caress it’s warm, weathered face
Know it has stood brave
Against all menacing waves.
This door holds strong
With a courageous face
You can embrace the beauty
That exquisite grace.
Step inside
You are safe.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
So what is it that’s so important?
What makes you strive to be the one you want to be?
The one you need to be?
Is your goal, your need empty?
Or do you fill it with promise?
Does it matter?
Your goal, your life needs to be
It is important
It does matter
It is not empty but filled to the brim with promise
Must be strived for
You can be the one you need to be.
That is important.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Soft and secure, cuddling
In the warmth of love
Feeling it radiate to all those
I do love.
A smile crosses my lips
Diving deep inside the being
That resides here in my heart.
Toes tingle with fantastic
Permeating throughout
My body, my soul.
This I know
There is no doubt
Love
Is certainly what it’s all about.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
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