Knowing when to go
When to stop
This is the secret to a life
Not filled with wrought.
~ Patrice
© 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

I don’t know
What the heart doesn’t care
Buried in messed up
I sip from a cracked, broken cup
Tears run
My heart weeps
For the love, the mystery
That wasn’t mine
To keep.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson 2016


Clouds thunder
Rain parts cloudy sky
No sunlight hits a silent ground.
Lighting strikes fear in a heart
Brought to a sudden
Wakening start.
Rain drops on a tin roof
A pinging ring in the midst of a world
Filled with all this thundering sound.
Life and breathe are brought
Given to a earth parched
Thirsting for that thundering, lighting
Rain sound.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016


Another month starts today
Another path lies
Focused in some way
On the dream manifesting itself
In all waking, living things.
Gently, quietly step upon the step
That brings all you want, all you need
To the self that sings
Nature’s beauty
Daring, just to dream.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016

The sky is beauty
Flowers be
The most beautiful
Anyone could ever see.
Summers’ come
It’s weaving a warm, soft web
Enveloping all spring’s brought
From winter’s dread.
~Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016

Can’t help but see
The world living, unfolding
As it should be.
Can’t help but feel
The soft and gentle caring
Beneath my feet.
Can’t help but hear
A song of love
Filling each of my ears.
Can’t help but live
A life full of harmony
Can’t help but see all this, around me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016