Feeling sick today
And
It just won’t go away.
No bright sunshine
No howling wind
Can ease this feeling
Deep within.
Take it away
Pick it up
Put it somewhere
I won’t feel it
Anymore today.
Ringing, weakness
Sickness too
Go away
I don’t want you.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
We are will writing a story called
‘My Life’
Our choice to make it interesting and full of life
No other story remotely resembles this my life
Unique in the stories all called
‘My Life’.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
I’ll dream a dream tonight
A dream everyone would like
A dream full of happiness and delight
A dream all hope to dream tonight.
I’ll dream that dream tonight.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Darkness falls
Covering all
That morning bright
Brought into
The glaring light.
Softness
Peaceful resting quest
Awaiting, waiting for
It to start all over
After a night time rest.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson -2013
I look her in the eyes
And see a girl
As pleasant
As pleasant be.
Never knowing
She would grow up
To be me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Black and white
You surely see
There in a land
Of cold deep freeze.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Heartache joyous flowing down
Releasing sadness all around.
Making love a thing of the past
Making sorrow ever last.
Melancholy thoughts abound
Swirling, twirling, I hear the sound.
Make me happy, make me see
This hardship is not my destiny.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
I’ve been thinking.
Maybe I should put some of my poems into a book.
Since this would be my first attempt at such a thing, I need some help from all of you who have been so loyal to this blog of mine. That help could come in the form of letting me know your preference of my work. Which poems you like, what affirmations…
So take a look and let me know what your thoughts are.
I will be taking a brief break but will be online checking for your favourites and opinions. Thanks and waiting to hear!
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Thrilled with life
And filled with vigour
That’s what should be
My infinite call.
When muse is not enough
And action can be in
The neighbourhood of overload
Tread that narrow line.
Neither slip nor fall
Walk one step closer
To the ecstasy of life
Lived on the edge of it all.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
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