Quietly, silently
I hear
The thunder roar
Sending a message
Down
The valley’s corridor.
Will there be an answer
Will the Earth
Reply
Succumb, or implore?
Not mine to know
But
Just to hear
The thunder roar.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2024
Remember when a laugh and smile
Were the only thing that made
The day’s itinerary song?
Remember when laughter
And carefree days lasted
All year long
The thought of winter didn’t
Come to mind
Didn’t come along.
Then there was when
A door opened up
And seriousness came along.
No smiles, no laughter
The whole day long
Winter winds blew
And the heart was frozen
In sadness
Crying was the only song.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020
Heaven can take me only
Where I want to go
No detours, nowhere else
Should I go.
My journey may
Coincide
With you and others
Together we will travel
Side-by-side.
Into the future
Being what
We alone decide.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2024
One can hear
The world sing
A song
So quiet, so lilting.
A smile comes
Across my face
As I hear
The world sing.
No more anger
Not one bit of hate
Only love flows
Freely
Dissipates
The wrong, the sadness
That’s what I feel
As I hear
Hear
The world sing.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2024
Holy helps me
Believe the world is round
Green belongs
On summer leaves.
Everything else
Will come in it’s time
Passing through
Biding time.
Make no choice you’ll regret
Remember
You’re not alone.
Holy’s here
On this you can be
Certain
You can bet.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2024
Trying to think
What went wrong
What
Was not right
Didn’t
Belong.
My heart
Holds the answers
My mind
The way.
Together we will walk
Into
The future
Believing we are not
Yesterday.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2024
Holding my heart
near to me
so it won’t break
fall from joy
into
misery.
I’ll hold her close
feel the veins and arteries
pumping
throughout
my grateful body.
She has been
but never seen
light
hidden deep
inside of me.
Never spoken or cried
there
she stays
inside of me
inside
my body.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2024
Seven twice minus one
Brings us to the time
Before we begun
To see one another
As we were
What we’d become.
Seven twice minus one
Only date
We start from.
~ Patrice
@Patrice Clarkson – 2024
I wonder, wonder where
The squirrel at the feeder
Came from.
Where the sun was before
It shone in the sky.
When people thought
That they may fly.
What was said when
The mountains fell.
As a earthquake opened up
And shattered the ground.
I wonder, wonder where
The answers can be found.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2020
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