Healthy and whole
I face the day
Grateful for everything
That has come my way.
No turmoil, no destitute
Just the rising sun’s
Rays
Warming all the land.
And grasses waving
Hello
In the meadow
Where they stand.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2020
All days melt together
Blending in the night
In the quiet,
Long way before
Sun’s rays break
At daylight.
Hopes for tomorrow
Despair on yesterday
All fall away
In the blending of today
From here, from there
From yesterday.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2020
Holding up, holding down
World revolving upside down
Maybe tomorrow norm will come
But tomorrow
What will be the outcome?
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2020
Looking back
You just gotta laugh
Things you thought tragic
Made life better
Later on
At last, at last.
Giving choices
Crossing bridges
Making decisions
That made you live
Live and love
At last, at last.
Looking back now
You smile
You know
You just gotta laugh
At last, at last.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2020
In retrospect
I see so clearly
The problems I had
Answers
That evaded me
In retrospect
I could have
Done things
Differently
In retrospect
I know my life
Could have been
Changed drastically
But
In retrospect
Then I would not be
The person I’ve become
I need to be
In retrospect.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2020
The sun breaks
over a brown earth
Left as if dead from winter storms
But then
In the midst of all broke
Deemed dead and dying
Is a small green shoot
Emerging
Bringing life
To a winter weary land.
The warm sun gives life
Nurtures
The rising ones
Spring
Has come
As winter retreats
Only
On a later day
To blast
Blow once again.
The sun then rests
Satisfied
she has done her best
Thou
She too
Will be back
Tomorrow
To nurture, bring life
With a warm, radiating
Spring sun.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2020
Heard the answer
Before the question
Was ever asked.
Knew the answer
Didn’t have to ask
Or form the words
To know
I must be forever
Where the answer is
Not
The question asked.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 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
The virus spreads
Rearing it’s ugly head
All across
An unsuspecting land.
No one knows
Where it will go
Only know its come.
It’s infectious spread
Crosses
Across a frightened land.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2020
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