I journey to my home
The place where I was born.
Memories past, life I did before
Some heartache, some laughing then and now.
I journey to the place
I was born, I journey home.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Posts Tagged ‘Look Back Friday’
I Journey To My Home
May 24, 2019
House Of Cards
March 8, 2019
House of cards
Comes crashing down
Never built on solid ground
No ace, jack nor king
Only a queen in mourning.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
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Where Are We Going?
January 18, 2019
Where are we going?
How long will we stay?
Are our friends coming with us?
Is our life in disarray?
No answer to these questions
No words will make the wrong okay
All I can do is wonder
Cause tomorrow will bring answers
I’m asking for today.
~Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
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Sacrifice Needs Not To Be
December 14, 2018
Sacrifice needs not to be
Nor neither give in
No
This is not your destiny.
Abuse no one in your passage
Just
Proud, strong and kind
These are what is needed
In all of human kind.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
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Golden Leaves Swaying
November 2, 2018
Golden leaves swaying
On a November breeze
Floating, cascading down
Landing on soon to be
Frozen, winter ground.
Woods are silent, hushed, listening
To the still quiet as a hunter lurks
Waiting to kill in the midst
Of golden leaves falling, raining down
Upon barren, dying ground.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
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Did You See Me
September 7, 2018To all those I have lost in this life
Did you see me coming down the lane?
Did you hear me crying, crying your name?
I have lost you in the mist of time
Forgotten what has been
And what was part of mine.
Then I hear you softly call my name
Feel your arms around me once again
Trust the world will still be pleased
Even thou you no longer step
Along this path with me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
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Husk Falls
May 18, 2018
Husk falls, dropping to the ground
Seeds of wonder spattered all around.
Dead or dying not necessarily their fate
Taking food, taking strength
From the earth, the ground on which
They were spat, they grow and create.
Slowly, quietly up to mighty trees
Strong and wondrous they unfold
Dropping seeds that too
Like magic wonder, grow.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
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We Sat Silently Together
December 15, 2017
We sat silently together
No one saying anything
Silently wishing
We could bridge the chasm
That that silence brings.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
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Tenderness, Sweetness
July 14, 2017
Tenderness, sweetness
Is all I can think
Til we meet again
Again.
Journeys are bold
Excursions wondrous sure
But nothing will be nothing
Until I see and you hold me.
Then and only then
It will surely be
Tenderness, sweetness
For me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
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Sadly, Secret Murky Tiled
June 16, 2017Sadly, secret murky tiled
No hope, destitute merciless bile
Twist, turn fight and bat
Get to where the strength is at
Mess, mired deep down in
No way open can’t begin
Mutter, sputter rage and fume
Makes no difference
The rose still blooms.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
