Winter’s cold can be a blight
Forcing sensitive to be uptight
Shivering, shaking lost control
Looking for a soft, warm cozy hole.
Howling wind does not let up
Whipping tender
Devouring them up.
Sun is bright but freezing cold
Touching frost
With icicles dripping
Froze.
Marching thru at its own rate
Making us appreciate
Spring’s thaw
Yes
No one can really wait.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
May my soul find the secrets
Hidden deep in my heart
May the pleasure never
Ever, ever depart.
May I find justice
For the things unfairly done
And may the sun shine
On all those I love
Each and everyone.
May I find the strength
To stand up straight
And not waiver
In the thoughts
That can make me see
Greatness
Greatness in all of thee.
Yes
May my soul believe
And see
All that is wondrous
In this secret place
Called me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
No more to hear
That groan of frustration
And indignation at my stupidity
No more.
No more racing, running
Chasing those damn cats
Or playing just for fun
No More.
No more glare
Of stubbornness
With the “I’ll do it if I want to”
And
“You can’t make me” look
No More.
No more timid look of
“Do you love me too?”
No more cuddles on the sofa
No more smile of pleasure
With the “They Love me too!” look
No more.
No more
silent understanding or sharing
With her
‘Best Friend Ever’
No more.
No more silly pranks
Or giving of the paw
No more.
No more looking
Into those bright brown eyes
No more stroking
That rakish soft coat
No more.
No more the belief that
Love alone can save a soul
No more.
All that is left is
No more. No more.
~ Patrice
Rest in peace and love Aggy ~ June 14/01 – March 12/13
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
It has been clearly brought to my attention
that cancer is not the only thing that kills.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Memories keep me alive
Memories of happiness
And then those
I just survived.
They aren’t all bad
Nor filled with just
Goodness and delight.
They are of my life
The one that unfolds
Here in the mist
Of memories I behold.
Memories
Some untold.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Gone forever
It was beautiful
In the thought.
I should have
Wrote it down.
But
I just somehow
Forgot.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Time passes
By and bye
Time is ticking
Where’er you go.
No hesitating
No back track
Time passes
We are sure of that.
See the seconds
Minutes pass
As we lay here
Keeping track.
Time has come
From the past
Ticking by
Ticking fast.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson
– 2013
We are slowly rising up
Taking back what belongs to us
No reproach
Just get it done
Everlasting gratitude has begun.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Not sure where I stand
Not sure where I’ll be
Deep, sad remorse
Consumes
And engulfs me.
Sadness reeks of sickness
Monsters creep
And crawl around
Head full of anguish
Somehow
I must hold my ground.
Back laden
With burdens pulling
Pulling good hearts
Down.
Grip the soft shoulder
Of kindness
Let her lift me up
Munster courage
That surrounds us
It will back me up.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
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