I know
I should not believe
That all is well
That’s just make believe
Time has come
To stand still
Feel the earth move
See reality
Ugly, beauty
All of it understood
Accepting, unconditionally
Still believing
In the grace of God
Forever
I will believe.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
The snow comes
It does blow
Winter’s breath is cold
Cold
Cold
In the spring
Blizzards are forgotten
With the dawning of warmth
And
The beauty
Growing flowers bring
Melting into summer
Hot, humid
Splashing in warm water
Watching waves wash
To and fro
Fall doesn’t matter
For it seems dying
Is
The main thing
But
Really nothing dies
Only preparing
For a long hibernation
That winter winds
Will
Soon bring.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
When I look out and see magnificence and beauty
I wonder
Why heartbreak has to be.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson .com
Hear the song sing the world round
Feel the words bring together
Children of the fall
No more to see anger, strife
Only beauty
Happiness for all.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
Art is a thing of
Beauty
Sweetness
Strength
Anger
Kindness
Remorse
Compassion
Honesty
and
Bliss.
Not just a Man’s name.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
I wonder what the bird will sing
What beauty it’s song will bring
To a world desperate
For happy, caring feelings.
Will it create a place so safe
Warm and secure
That no longer feelings
Of anger and hate will permeate.
I wonder what that song will be
What melody, I don’t know
But I’ll listen to every note
That bird sings with such beauty.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2020
The caged bird flies
Deep into brilliant
Blue, blue skies.
The caged bird cries
Songs of lilting love
Her sweet voice sings
Of beauty, freedom
All things.
The caged bird dies
In the midst of bars holding
Holding her in.
No soaring in blue skies
Nor lilting love songs sung
For this was only a dream
Dreamt in
A dark night long.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2020
In the dusky river silence flows
Flowers shimmer along the shoals
No one knows which way it goes
Only those that climb upon the shore
Reach for heaven and nothing more.
The deer, the doe drink their fill
Watching always for threats and still
They move with poise
Knowing others come, living life
Wherever the dusky, silent river flows.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
You know, I haven’t seen
The beauty, splendour
You talked about, you’ve seen.
Mine has been
A narrow kaleidoscope
Of all the things
Near and close to me.
And you know
You know, that’s enough
Enough for me.
~ Patrice
Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Stingrays flying
In a most beautiful place
In awe, inspired by their beauty, their grace.
Leaping from the sea
Are they jumping in fear
Running from danger beneath the waves?
Not known for sure
For they may be just washing mites
From their smooth, dark face.
Stingrays flying
Leaping
With a particular ballet grace.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
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