No crows come to call
Stay hidden from it all
Silent in the day
Letting time pass
Away.
Maybe tomorrow
The sun will shine bright
All will come out
Rejoicing in the broad
Board sunlight.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2020
Posts Tagged ‘maybe tomorrow’
No Crows Come To Call
April 2, 2020
I Don’t Have To Do Anything
March 18, 2020
I don’t have to write anything
Nor do I need to say
Kind or bitter words
I don’t have to do anything
Today.
Maybe tomorrow
In that different day
Things will be different
They’ll change from
What I do today.
But tomorrow
I’ll deal with it on that day
Because I don’t have to
Do anything, anything
Today.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson -2020
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Lost
January 23, 2020
Forbidden virtues
Hidden, lost
Make my life
Chaos
No reprimand
No solicitous time
Just lost
Lost.
Maybe tomorrow
The sun will shine
Maybe then I’ll see
The light
The reason so sublime
All will be ok
Right
In my not tortured mind.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2020
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Feeling The Weight
December 18, 2019
Feeling the weight holding me down
Struggling, fighting against a strength
That all I can say, astounds.
Maybe tomorrow the way will be light
Maybe then I won’t be feeling
This heavy weight I’m feeling tonight.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
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Everyday I See Something
November 13, 2019
Everyday I see something
That resembles twelve
Part of nature, earth, sky
The clouds.
Breathing in, breathing out
Spectacular
as I turn
Whirl about.
Maybe tomorrow
I’ll understand, take it all in
Then tell the rest of the world
What it’s all about.
~ Patrice
Patrice Clarkson – 2019
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Farther Away Yesterday
February 20, 2019The farther I go
The farther away
I get from
What has happened
Yesterday.
Seeking no remorse
Nothing to say
All is in the past
That I did
Yesterday.
Maybe tomorrow
When I’m farther away
Maybe then
I’ll understand the past
All that happened
Yesterday.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
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Seeking, Helping The World Turn
December 13, 2017
Seeking
Helping the world turn away
From the horrors, destruction
Man has played
No virtue in it, no redeeming grace
Just sadness and wretched feelings
In this place.
Maybe tomorrow
When the sun does rise
Man will wake up and take pride
In making a place where all are alive
Living in harmony not needing
To just survive.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
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Seeking, Seeing Frustration
December 6, 2017
Seeking, seeing frustration hurt
Haunting me
Move to the left, turn to the right
Nothing works, not tonight
Maybe tomorrow the sun will shine
Clouds escape to a happier time
Taking me with them on a path fluffy white
Filled with joy gentle and kind
No regrets
For I’m in that happier time.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
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In My Command
November 27, 2017
Holding still trying to understand
The health of the world
Of course nothing is in my command.
Just a traveller on this ocean of life
Moving up and down
The good, the bad felt here in this my life.
Grateful for the time given me
Happy I exist, that I be
Maybe tomorrow I will understand.
Until then I’ll live my life
Travelling, knowing
I’m not in command.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
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Disaster Has Struck
May 8, 2017
Disaster has struck
Things have happened
That
Just shouldn’t be.
There is all sorts of remorse
And wanting to deny
What
Has come to be.
Maybe tomorrow will be better
But right now
That
I just can’t see.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
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