Fingers trudge
across the page
feeling
the paper’s texture
smooth
hardly any grain.
Will the pen
fill the lines
printed
on this page
or
will it be vacant
unused
crumpled
thrown away?
Fingers hesitate
and then
pick up trusty pen
and say
words that fill this page
with all they want
need
to say.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
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
I write today things I need to say
Things that can’t be left in the back of a sodden mind
Need to get them out
Need to see just what they’re all about.
Today
I will write them down
Whether they be trivial or profound
That’s what I’ll write down.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
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