Here I am again
In the bowels of refrain
Feeling totally full of disdain
For the powers that feel
They are in charge.
And will not let the world
Run or follow the sun
Into happiness singing
A purely joyous refrain.
Make it happen
Make the power be you
And sing not disdain
Full of joyous happiness
In this your refrain.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
Tired, sleepy mist
Going down a road
I don’t believe exists
Trust its really there
Trust I can take the twists
Don’t really care
Don’t really need this shit.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
Here I be
Don’t think
You’ve seen
The last of me.
For here I be
Right where I’m
Suppose to be
You don’t scare
Or terrify me.
Not me
For here I be
Right here
Inside of me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
A turtle met me just today
While I was on my way
She wasn’t very cordial
Actually, awful antisocial.
Snapping, snapping
On what seemed
Her busy way.
The sun was shinning bright
On shell glistening
In the morning light.
What a time to see
A turtle there in front of me
She’s on her way
Must lay eggs today.
No time to doddle
No time to say
Good morning or good day
Must be on my way.
I met a turtle
Just today
A snapping turtle
By the way.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
There I am
Feeling very much alone
No one knows or cares
What thoughts
May bring me fears.
All alone
Desperately alone.
No.
Turn and see
A almighty power
Standing there
Behind of me.
Never will I be on my own
Never all alone
When I have that power
Standing there behind of me
Never will I be alone.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
Here I sit and wait
Looking for just the thing
That’ll bring full circle round.
All the time to contemplate
Time to negotiate
Time.
Be relieved
Believe all will come
To those that wait.
Just sit
I sit and sit
Sit and wait.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
By tender mercies I live
My life empowered
By the holy soul
That masters all life.
My life.
Let me live my life
By tender mercies
With no strife.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
This is the last except of what I experienced travelling the back gravel roads.
It was something very special for me.
Slowly I moved forward, the red truck behind me did also.
Two vehicles came from the other way just as I came up beside the fawn.This tiny little baby deer stood looking at all the commotion on the road and there in the woods behind him, was his mom, peeking out of the trees.
We all moved ahead. There were three vehicles now, a van had come up behind the red truck. Just ahead was a corner and as I reached it, I pulled to the side and the red truck pulled up beside of me. The van moved pass us, turning, going on his way.
I said something like “That was pretty special”. The red truck driver answered an emphatic “Yes!” We agreed that we couldn’t move pass the fawn, it was worth waiting to make sure he got to safety.
Off we went on our way feeling, at least for me and I believe also the guy in the red truck, that we had witnessed something special. The doe and her fawn, most likely just grateful to have survived a traumatic situation.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
This is the second part of what I experienced travelling the back gravel roads.
It was something very special.
The fawn walked slowly towards his mom. Wondered if he had been hit, but as I watched him, he seemed to move fine.
His mom was so beside herself. She was a true mom. Her whole presence showed she was desperately trying to get her baby to safety. To get him into the woods, off the road, away from this terror where he could die. Knowing also if she stayed, she too could perish. The horrible dilemma she was in was oblivious.
The fawn was closer to her now and she moved off the road into the grass, then came back out. The fawn ran a bit. I moved slowly ahead then stopped at a safe distance so as not to panic the mom.
She was in the woods, then back out to the grass, to the edge of the road, back to the grass, the woods, the road. The fawn moved closer and closer to her. She disappeared into the woods, the fawn into the grass.
– To be continued
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
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