In the forest I found
A house, a home
So profound.
No windows to shed light
But a cozy home, a place for respite
Adorned with flowers pink and white
A bell to toll when someone
Strange comes lurking
Late at night.
A front door I can’t find
Yet welcome are all
Who poke their head inside.
May you see this house
So profound
May you enjoy all it has to give
There in the forest
This house, this home
That I found.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Hoping to see joy in all humanity
As we transverse thru our lives
Holding each close
No tears cried
No hope denied
Just care and love in all our lives.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
The world has come
And
In the process of go
Where
I don’t know
I’ll follow along
And
Hang on tight
For I’ve nowhere else
To go
Not tonight.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Of course you don’t know
The sadness, the heartache
I shouldn’t know.
You see the life
That seems to glow.
Sometimes it’s a lie
Sometimes you see I cry
But
Then if course
You don’t know.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Strange dreams populate my night
They make no sense telling stories
Of places never seen
People I know
But they are in a strange dream.
Somethings seem familiar
In an odd way
I’ve been there
But I can’t tell you
When or on what day.
I awaken quizzing
Just what was this experience
No words to describe
That strange dream experience.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson -2017
The lush green of summer
Is contentment in lazy, hot days
Brief showers of warm shimmering
Summer rain.
Squirrels scurry away
Hummingbirds drink all day
Sun shinning bright in a clear blue
Summer sky.
All is right
As I lie
My eyes watching summer drift by.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Heaven help the world
Understand
There is no tomorrow
If we don’t stand and
Let nature be around.
We alone cannot supply
Our food nor make rain
Come pouring down.
Understand
We are but a small dot
In a world
Simply
Spinning round.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
The heart is a treasure
Hopefully, never to be seen
It guides, beats life in a body
Where she is queen.
The mind may be king
But the heart, she is queen
Without her
The mind can’t do anything.
Giving life, birthing life
Holding life in between
No one lives a life without a heart
Hopefully, never to be seen.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
All the pages are empty
All the lines are dry
No one hears the cries
Of a pen waiting
Waiting to tell the world
No lies.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Thinking, wondering where I’ve been
And where
I’m going to go.
Then the road opens
The path seems clear
All I have to do is
Start from here.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
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