Can I be
the one you love
Can I be?
Your heart is open
full of kindness
expressing gentleness
it seems
But is it for me?
Can I be
the love you love
for
all eternity?
Can I be?
I hope so
for
I love you
all so much
you see.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2025
On Fridays, I usually look back two years and revisit something I wrote during this same month. I call it ‘Look Back Friday’
Today, the piece I want to share is a poem I originally wrote for Remembrance Day in November 2018, and first brought back again in 2022. Now, I feel compelled to bring it forward once more and share it with you. . .
I heard the wild goose call
I heard her plaintive tone.
I bowed my head in honour
Of all those left
Left alone.
On the field of war and anger
In the battle
No one wins alone.
I heard the wild goose call
Come
Come bring your brave soldiers home.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
We remember
we don’t
forget
all those who gave us
this life
we enjoy, we live
In gratitude
we
honour
we give our best
to
those that served
They are the
ultimate
They are the
Best.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2025
The future is mine
as
it is yours
Let’s journey
together
Me
with mine
and
you with yours.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2025
I hold my hands
I close them
tight
I feel the glory
in
all their might
They will cheer
the good, great fight
they will fall silent
in
mourning
the world’s sad plight
I hold my hands
thankful
they can show the world
my delight.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice, Clarkson – 2025
I close my eyes
covering up all
I surmise
to be
awful
to
my seeing eyes
Tomorrow when
I open up
my eyes
see the beauty, the wealth
in
all the clouds
the skies
Then I’ll know
I don’t have
to
really close
my eyes
For that beauty
is
all around
whether
they are closed or open
to
these
my seeing eyes.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2025
My heart cringes
my eyes do cry
for
the times of happiness
gone
passed by
I hope
tomorrow shows
some delight
I hope
I’ll find peace
and
rest quietly
tonight.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2025
You call me
I hear
your voice
the soft lilt
such
a quiet voice
I call back
but
you don’t
hear
you have spoken
I know
you’re near
The line is broken
and
it’s not clear
why
I speak
but
you don’t hear.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2025
Chosen
is
a quiet place
to be
Sitting
oh
so quietly
Tomorrow
I’ll move
Tomorrow
I’ll be
The moving force
that
allows
The quiet place
to be.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2025
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