Thoughts are thinking
Thinking thoughts
Working out answers
Questioning a lot
Thinking.
Thinking in silence
Thinking out loud
Thinking.
Thinking thoughts
Creating magic
Developing a dream
Thinking.
Thinking of a scheme
The correct way to be
Leaving nothing unanswered
Thinking.
My thoughts have been
Thinking
Thinking of everything.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
When I ran, played all day long
The hours were long, lasting all day long
Summer was at least a year
Warming all day, all day long.
Bees buzzed, birds sang all day long
Sweet scents on breezes waffling thru
As I played
Ran all day, all day long
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Your book will be written
Your poems submitted
And your art will soar.
Smile, laugh
This is your time
To roar.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
We all must live
We all must die
The reason is we are all alive.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Will you write me a poem
Will you call my name
Will you pen my life in a sweet refrain
Will you feel my pain
Will you write a few short lines
Will you mark joy and glorious laughter
Will you tell of when it rained
Will you write me a poem
Will you call my name?
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Remember when
Life was soft
And
Then the world burst
Spewing anger.
That is when
I fell from my heart
Landing in a den of angry giants
Eating,
Crunching hapless wrens
Cried in anger, feared for death.
That is when
I saw the world
Issue out some justice
My tears were dried, my heart soothed
And
I remembered when.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Gentle kindness needed everywhere
Fill the gap with hardy laughs
Store any gain in a open sack.
That way, you’ll be above
Beyond
All that holds you back.
Laugh, laugh
Embracing and sharing gentle kindness
Feel it here at last.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Remembering when
Flowers swooned and turtles ran
Remembering when
Remembering when.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
My heart softly waits
To make the connection
To the world of love
Not hate.
My heart
She softly waits.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
I only write what I see
It’s not about me
It’s not about me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
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