Are you listening?
Are you listening or is it me?
Is it me whispering?
Whispering silent messages
Softly on the breeze.
Cannot tell the difference
Cannot tell or sell
The words coming
Coming clear only to me
Are you listening?
Are you listening?
Are you listening alongside me?
Or is it only
Only me?
~ Patrice
Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Sultry humid, tired and dry
Looking for languid
Solemn I cry
No redemption neither remorse
I stand corrected
Powered with force.
Softly gentle, kindly kind
I trudge onward
In a mindless mind.
No heaven to help me
No devil to care
Follow the angry, uphold the rare
Sight of forgiveness, gasp for air
Holding on
I hope I’m spared.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson 2016
A sense of well-being does not change the world
A sense of well-being changes how I see the world.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
When the rains fell down
The sky was blue
Feeling all the misery
That’s come to you.
Tears of sadness
Heartache blue
Rains fell, not only crying
But to comfort you.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
A butterfly came
To my feeder today
She fluttered and fluttered
Then flew away.
Sweet nectar she searches
And sips with a touch
No matter the flower
Sweetness a must.
A butterfly came
To my feeder today
She fluttered and fluttered
Then flew away.
~ Patrice
©Patrice Clarkson – 2012
Know the reason why
Don’t believe your soul
Would ever lie.
Accept its truth
Don’t deny your heart
Knows the reason why.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Never before did I
Feel the work of the Lord
Residing in everything.
Never before did I
Find a way to heal
The hurt felt when I was left
In a terrible bind.
Never before did I
See the magic a heart can do
To mend with love
Given unconditionally.
Never before did I
Be in the realm
Of a beautiful soul
Such as thee.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
My heart is aching
I know not why
Sleeping softly
I cry
And cry.
Remorse only
Not knowing why
My heart aches
Breaking
As I cry.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
The sky is beauty
Flowers be
The most beautiful
Anyone could ever see.
Summers’ come
It’s weaving a warm, soft web
Enveloping all spring’s brought
From winter’s dread.
~Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
A photo album
Large and small
Depicts the life
We’ve had so far.
Not the heartache
Nor the scorn
Just the pleasures
To be adorned.
No master plan
Is in the works
Just something sweet
All fancied up.
A token of a lovely time
When the sun shone
And you were mine.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
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