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
Don’t know where I am
Nor where I’m going to be
Can’t see down the road
Or far off cross the sea.
For I am.
I am what I see
Nothing ever changes
Here, within side of me.
Don’t know where I’m going
Never knew where I’ve been
But here now in the present
Is a charming human being.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
You are full of majesty
Fulfilling all your destiny
Taking nothing for granted
Softly treading
On this world’s planet
A sweet smile across your face
Nothing of you is not
Full of graceful grace
Majesty is seen
Even in your careful pace.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
My heart writes another story
Storing it in the middle of eternity
Not to be beholden to anybody
Just out there living, living the story.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Searching for something new
Searching amongst
The breathe of that
That I once knew.
Grasping, holding close
Memories I loved
See them fall away
Replacing now all that yesterday.
Searching for
New memories untold
Searching for a new life
A new mould.
Searching, searching
But no one knows
Nor will they let it be
As of yet, let it be told.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
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