Method of approach may be different, but we all want the same things from life.
Love and acceptance.
To feel nurturing from our mothers.
Guidance from our fathers.
Companionship, devotion, caring and love from all we love.
And hopefully, love us in return.
Some may rage. Some may quietly glide thru. Others plan and scheme.
No matter.
We all are seeking the same.
Be gentle with your fellow travellers and may they be gentle with you.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
Life begins fresh and new
Life ends sometimes
Without love renewed.
No one knows
Why or how
Life makes my life
The way it is.
Life begins and ends
And in between
My life is lived.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
Hallowed are the thoughts you think
Keeping you from falling
Falling deep
Within the brink.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Another month starts today
Another path lies
Focused in some way
On the dream manifesting itself
In all waking, living things.
Gently, quietly step upon the step
That brings all you want, all you need
To the self that sings
Nature’s beauty
Daring, just to dream.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
The forest blooms with flowers gorgeous
Even in the middle of a dreary night
As light casts its rays across a pond
Reflexing joy in every way.
Suddenly I see a bee buzzing
On a flower right there, in front of me
Deer drink their fill and squirrels
Rack up miles running up and down
A tree’s woody trails.
All is well
Spring has come to this land
The forest blooms
While we prepare to be in the midst of this
That is so good, so grand.
~ Patrice
© Patric Clarkson – 2016
Here I sit and wait
Looking for just the thing
That’ll bring full circle round.
All the time to contemplate
Time to negotiate
Time.
Be relieved
Believe all will come
To those that wait.
Just sit
I sit and sit
Sit and wait.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
A turtle met me just today
While I was on my way
She wasn’t very cordial
Actually, awful antisocial.
Snapping, snapping
On what seemed
Her busy way.
The sun was shinning bright
On shell glistening
In the morning light.
What a time to see
A turtle there in front of me
She’s on her way
Must lay eggs today.
No time to doddle
No time to say
Good morning or good day
Must be on my way.
I met a turtle
Just today
A snapping turtle
By the way.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
Somewhere along the way
My heart bled and sadness, sorrow
Washed away.
Somewhere along the way
I don’t know where or will I stay
Near or far, far away.
Somewhere along the way
My heart bled and washed
All thoughts of you away.
Somewhere
Somewhere along the way.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Robin in the nest that be
Built an impressive place
For turquoise eggs to be
In their little comfy nest
Do rest
Patience be
Keep an eye on all
That may be around
To harm
This little nest that be
Tucked away
Hidden in leaves
Where no one sees
This little nest
A robin’s nest
That be.
~ Patrice
Happy Birthday Sharon
and many more!
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
Why we do what we do
Never knew, never understood
Didn’t have a clue.
Standing here, standing there
More or less
Standing anywhere.
Keep me close, hold me far
Never say you did or didn’t
Do that.
Why not come, why not go
All is strange, but then
Who’s to know?
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
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