My thoughts race
I pace the floor
Could it be
Could I possibly
Have more?
My heart is open
It feels good fortune’s
Gentle rays
Come flooding in.
My head spins
My ears roar
My thoughts race
As my jaw drops
Beneath my chin
To the floor.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson -2016
Every morning I paint a face
The one I want to show
Moving thru the day
With beauty and with grace
I apply colours sometimes
In vibrant broad, happy strokes
Other times I can’t help
The lines are blue
They weep, they cry
Hues blended in a colour
That represents the reason why.
A smile I paint upon that face
Covering the worried lines
The anger
I hope not to find
Each morning I paint colours
To show love, beauty and grace
There on my face
With a special brush that covers all
The tired, frightened lines
I paint
Every morning I paint a face.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Tenderly, I think of you
For the world was right
When I could hold you
With no forsaken thoughts
On my mind
As we laughed and talked
And oh so tender
Were those thoughts.
Tenderly, I think of you
You were my world
You gave me life
You showed me how
To navigate throughout
Any cursed strife
To hold on, to believe
For you gave me love
Tenderly.
~ Patrice
© Patrie Clarkson – 2016
I saw a hummingbird today
Still here, hasn’t flown away
Cold nights must take a bite
Still here
Couldn’t believe my eyes
My ears.
A hummingbird flew
To the feeder so low
Thought of emptying
Sure all hummingbirds gone
Then there she was hovering
Sitting, sipping sweet nectar
In the cold rainy air.
Still here, hasn’t started
On her long flight
Sleeping thru, keeping warm
In the cold fall nights
Drinking sweet water
Filling up to embark
On a long, arduous flight.
Maybe today will be the day
She’ll fly away
Still
I saw a hummingbird
A hummingbird flew to the feeder
Today.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
I find my heart cold
In charge of no life
Making no sound
Finding no life.
Lonely of course
Hardened and cruel
Seeking no justice
A master I’m sure
That is such a fool.
Sudden I hear
A kindness roar
Blood pulsing inside
Like opening a door.
For my heart is alive
Beating with life
Coursing with love
Creating a good life.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
I am not a failure
I am me
I am not a success
I am me
I am not another
I am me
I am me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Beauty
Beauty
Beauty
Beauty comes
Showering
Thru my window
Straight into
My waiting heart
No hesitation
Or startled start
Just
Calm enveloping
All that beats
Feeling love
Putting beauty
In
My beating heart.
~ Patrice
BeautyBeauty
Beauty
Beauty
Beauty
Beauty
Beauty
Beauty
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Knowing when to go
When to stop
This is the secret to a life
Not filled with wrought.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
When you see the greatness
The majesty
You’ll also see the power
And the glory.
No stone unturned
No path untread
No heart lying
Waiting in an empty, lonely bed.
All will be together
All will be suffice
To make this world better
To give this world life.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
When I was lost, nowhere to go
She was there
This I know.
Holding still
Sitting quietly next to me
Not on a chair
But a presence
I could feel, I could not see.
Quietly she spoke
Her hand reaching out
Caressing my spirit, my soul
This being called
Me.
She told of things
That would be
She told me I would succeed
She told me, she told me
Everything.
Her voice so calm
Her touch so light
Her presence it could light
The darkest night.
An angel perhaps
A passing soul, who knows
But by my side
She lived, she stayed
She goes.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
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