Every morning I open my book
Writing
The words given to me.
Every morning I think about living
Life
Free with courtesy.
Every morning I see
A different morning
One
I make it to be.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018




It fell from the sky
Crashed to the earth
A spaceship from somewhere
Maybe the past
Resting now
In a soft bank of snow.
Who knows who they are?
Where they’ve been
And where they’re yet to go
Now impaled
Stuck in the snow.
Will they go in reverse
Back to the sky
Disappearing from earth
In the dark of the night?
Going forth to the future
In a blaze of hot light?
Then again
They could melt into the snow
Part of the crowd, no one to know
Not born or raised here on earth
But from a place we don’t know.
There are those who’ll say
“It’s an icicle deep in the snow
Fell from the eavestrough
Succumbed to gravity’s pull”.
As for me, I just don’t know.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014

Deep in your soul
Deep in your heart
A thought stirs
Reaching up.
Change the world
Change what you receive
Change what you’ve got.
No heart weeps alone
No mind holds just one thought
Seek the friend that you had
Be alright with the differences
You’ve got.
Miracles don’t just happen
Or are tragedies sought
Do the best you can
Cause your heart and soul
Are all you’ve got.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014

Sometimes I let it go
Sometimes I don’t give it a second thought.
Sometimes I wonder what happened?
What changed your mind and erased your loving heart?
Once I was all you knew
No one else you gave a second thought.
Now indifference clouds the view
Sarcasm is the voice heard a lot
No more gentle caress, no more loving thoughts.
Didn’t happen over night
It seeped in thru empty, shallow thoughts
Taking a awful tole on our gentle, loving hearts.
Sometime turn around look back down your path
See me standing all alone, looking back.
Loving as much as I did then
In the gentle, loving days
Before the empty, shallow thoughts.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014



Eventually
All will come to an end
Eventually
All the steel girders will bend
Eventually
Every season will thrive and die
Eventually
The answers you sought will make you cry
Eventually
The happiness foretold you won’t deny
Eventually
All will be all you have
Eventually.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014