My pen writes what I say
My pen never questions
The words I put down.
Anyone can use
My pen
It doesn’t care but writes
What the fingers share.
My pen
Follows along
Putting down the thoughts
Without it the words would
Be long, long gone.
My pen
Is always there
Then its done
And I get another one
My pen.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
A massasauga rattler lazing on my deck
Not supposed to be here but here she is
I know, I don’t suspect.
My rottie drew my attention to
A massasauga rattler there upon my deck
Hissing and rattling
Don’t mess with her — you bet!
Is this a massasauga rattler sleeping on my deck?
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Sadness day yesterday
Nothing wrong just felt
An overwhelming sad song
Playing havoc in my head
All day long.
Weeping, sleep could not keep
Me from that wrong song
All I could hear was that
Overwhelming sad song
Playing, weeping in my heart
Throughout the day
All day long.
Maybe today that song
That sad song
Will be forever gone
All day long.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Why did it happen?
Where will it go?
None of the answers are a soft pillow.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Battle as if it is your last
Incoming, incoming
Take no prisoners
Make sure you are the last
Standing
Never show that you are alone
Never show you care.
Battle hard
Use every weapon that you see
Leave nothing to chance
Or destiny.
Battle
Battle as if it is your last gasp
Never ever expect help to arrive
For you are the only one
Alive in your world
You must
You must survive.
Then you hear
A haunting call calming wind
And your breath is taken in
As you know
Someone great Is at the door
Someone you’ve never seen before.
Someone kind has come
To have your back
You can lay down
The weapons used to destruct
You can kneel and be kind
Knowing that you’re no longer
Or ever been
Alone.
Love is here embracing you
Treating life gently
With love coming from all around
Surrounding
Making you grow
Becoming the one you wanted
Always to know.
Battle not
Accept the love
You are not lost but found
Look all around.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Up in the bustling sky
A thousand clouds go flying by
Not one
Not one ever asks why.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Treacherous, dangerous
Tread lightly and see
Your heart be safe
Arriving in the midst
Of a loving embrace
Tranquil
Secure all to be.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Merry may the day be
Intertwined with dignity
Cherish every moment
Passing by joyously
With the ticking tock
Of a wall clock
Sorry, sad doesn’t fit inside
This time I merrily pass
Here in the moments
I will relish in a ever
Ever lasting merry day.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Peel back the layers
Feel the bad ooze out
Permeating the glad
Spreading like a plague
Full of anguish
Making good things bad.
Sadness too comes along
Melancholy through
And through
Raising no gladness
To the sky
Only morose sadness
Lonely, standing by.
You are right
You are good
To let the layers lie
Just as they should
In their own
Forsaken lullaby.
Nothing gained
Nothing lost
To let badness scuttle off
Please leave those layers
Let them stay
Don’t peel them
Off.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
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