I’m not the girl
I use to be
Time has passed
All that now is history.
Gladness, sadness
Whatever used to be
Carries me thru
On to my destiny.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014



Looking, looking
For the right
Wherever it may be
I’m looking, looking
Left and right.
No one can tell
Just where to go
How to find but you know
I’m looking, looking
If need be all night.
My sight may not be
What it was or should be
But I’ll keep
Looking, looking
To make it right.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014

My friend John
His life on earth is no more.
But I remember like just yesterday
All the things he did for me
Not looking for any repay.
Along with his wife Carol
Gave me strength
When I felt so hollow.
When I couldn’t stand
They held me up.
When I couldn’t walk
They carried me through.
When I couldn’t smile
They made me see
The joy
The treasure life can be.
When my heart was cracked
And wouldn’t mend
They sealed the breaks
With love again.
And then
When out of a house
No where to live
They gave me shelter
A home for me
My dogs and cats to live.
When I needed a car
To take me on my travels
John made the deal
By pretending
To be my father.
No returns
Did either ever request
Just loving
Sharing and respect.
Never got to say
How much it meant til today
Now I do request
That you Carol, know
I will be forever in your debt.
John please save a place
At that table
Where you sit with your friends
Smiling happily, full of grace.
My lovely friends
I’ll never forget
The most wondrous man I ever met.
~ Patrice
My sincerest condolences to all that called John
Loving husband, father, brother and dearest friend.
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014




Poetry
Taken from the pages
Of anarchy
Full in the hearts of subtlety
Showing no malice is
Poetry.
Poetry
Why have you come
To be my destiny?
Nothing matters but
The throes of the heart in
Poetry.
Poetry
Anger, passion, full
Of the vacant sound coming
From that original sin
Even then
Blessed is the heart
That changes history with
Poetry.
Poetry
No one can know what
Could have been
My heart, my love and
All life has been and now
Come be within
Poetry.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014

For this New Year
I must be quiet but active
Look to my Higher Power for support
Accepting, supporting of others
Thus reaping the rewards of the universe
Knowing
I too, am a gift.
~ Patrice
This, the Grace Cards tell me.
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014

Coldness creeps deep inside
Seeping in, no way to stop
No way to hide.
The pain, the icy freeze
Creeps and seeps
Ruthless in so deep.
Cuts through warmth
Leaving stark cold blind
To any kindness, feeling
Harboured there inside.
Coldness creeps, seeps inside
Freezing all
No where to hide.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014