Butterfly flutters
Breathing in sunlight
Going from left
To right
Landing on a flower
That feeds just right.
Beauty encompasses
Wings in flight
Staying still
Only a second
To take a taste
Of the drink of life.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
See the rings
The rings of life
See them circle
Bringing
Embracing life
Different colours
Different lines
Going round
Since
The beginning of time.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Sun goes down
Into the evening sky
Leaving the moon to reflect it’s light
Into the water deep and blue
Turning it golden
Blood red too.
All is quiet in the evening sky
Birds ponder the reason why
As the sun now sinks
Beneath the ocean blue
Refreshing itself in waters deep, dark
Purely quiet too
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Wouldn’t it be nice
If the world laughed
No one cried and in the sea
No fish, no lives
No one
No one died.
Wouldn’t it be nice
If the world turned
Looking at itself
Making no excuses, no lies
Just told the truth
With open-hearted sighs.
Wouldn’t it be nice
If the world alone
Gave all the happiness
Needed to survive
Holding everyone in a grasp
So tender, so alive.
Wouldn’t it be nice, Wouldn’t it be nice
~ Patrice
*Please help STOP Shark Finning
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Are our thoughts real
Or dreams we lived
In bed at night
Moving thru
An existence surreal
Living as life.
Are the things we see
Real or imagery
Will they move in life
Or just be known
Seen
In the realm of night.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
I fell off the world’s face
Down into the depths
Of disgrace
No hope, no saving grace
Mired deep
In a unholy place.
Then out of that depth
A saviour came
Putting his arms around
Making me claim my place
In blessed, holy time.
I live
Making no mistakes
Doing no crime
I see the world’s true face
It is such a wondrous place
And is now mine.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Experience life
Experience joy
Watch the tide rise
The heart breathe
A pounding employed
See the birds fly
A mockingbird cry
Feel the wind blow
Above and beneath
The evening sky
No remorse employed
Regrets not even a few
All life is abound
With joyous blessings too.
–Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
I don’t know
Nor will I be
Entrenched in anything
Filled with misery
I won’t call
Weep or wail
Sad words
They won’t prevail.
Marching on
Marching forward
Taking positive
Shielding my soul
From all
Nothing more
Than
A coward.
See that light
Feel it fill the sky
Warm my heart
Pour radiance
Throughout the world
Bring glad tears
Healing
To my eyes.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
In loving memory of Wanda, Siegrun and all those that we have lost in this year ❤️❤️❤️
When I think all is lost
You come and hold me.
You give me strength
When I feel so weak
You give me hope
A chance to speak
The words that heal me.
My heart’s not broken
It mends, it sees me
Go ahead with life
With you beside me.
~ Patrice
In memory of Monica – Rest in Heavenly Peace
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
We all sit here
Giving not a thought of summer’s hot
Seeds drop here and there
We flutter about with what seems
Not a care
Blissful in winter’s coat
We peck and munch
No time to crack a silly joke.
Santa’s’ coming soon
We hear
But to him we don’t give a care
For we see him
Flying in
Bringing packages
None which
Are for me, you, I or him,
We just sit here
Eating seeds
Life’s good it appears
It seems.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
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