Hoping for
Listening
To
Drops of wisdom
Dripping knowledge
Into
My life.
Up to me
To
Drink deep
This gift
I’ve been given
Too.
Make the best
Going forward
Into
A world I’ve built
And living
Too.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
Unholy being
Resting
Resting near me
Teeth long like daggers
Smile sinister scaring me
Breath hisses spewing forth
Nasty, nasty.
I will brace myself
I will be optimistic
Lead my life as if
I don’t feel, hear, smell
This awful, awful entity.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020
Make it my own
Make it mine
No explanations, no excuses
Survive
I have done it
The best that I can
Trying to tell no lies
It’s me, my own, my life
Yes
I am alive.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Begging for the answer
Looking for the right
To make my life a difference
Far, far into the brightest day
The darkest night.
No one will answer
Justify or let it go
Me alone will climb
The altar’s steps
Me alone will be the one
To know.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Hidden deep inside my life
Is the secret to all
I need to prosper, to survive.
Still and silent I will wait
For the answers coming
Holding all before me.
Catch them
See them
Before they dissipate.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
I know you haven’t seen
The world I see
Know you most likely
Don’t really care.
But to me, it’s everything
It’s my world, my life
My very being
I live it everyday
I wake up wondering
What the universe
Will bring me today.
Will I laugh, will I cry
Or just be silent as I watch
This world come
Take me on a journey
You’ll never see
It’s mine
It belongs only, to me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Tenderness, loving and caring
Caressing my heart, my life
Tender touch holding me
In warmth
This very night.
Smiling, laughing
Bringing cheer and delight
May you feel love like this
May it hold you safe and secure
All thru your life
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Sorely saddened by my loss
So very hard to pay this cost
Of living life with those I love
Now gone, I pay the price
For loss of them in this life.
But
I’ll gladly pay that price again
For the years of love
I’ve been given
It’s priceless even though
I know
I’ll be sad down the road.
Saddened by my loss
Is a price I’ll gladly pay
To have had you in my life
Even if for just a day.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
In the morning I come to be
In my joyous place laughing, happy
All as it should be.
As a mourning dove gives it’s plaintive call
Cars pass knowing nothing of my life
Not at all.
Birds sing, squirrels jump from branch to branch
On the hunt for the perfect breakfast,
Dinner, lunch.
Flowers bloom, waving petals in a quiet breeze
While a fly buzzes, irritating for sure
But still a life that lives, that breathes.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
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