Of course you don’t know
The sadness, the heartache
I shouldn’t know.
You see the life
That seems to glow.
Sometimes it’s a lie
Sometimes you see I cry
But
Then if course
You don’t know.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Posts Tagged ‘Patrice Clarkson’
You Don’t Know
August 8, 2017
Up In The Bustling Sky
August 4, 2017
Up in the bustling sky
A thousand clouds go flying by
Not one
Not one ever asks why.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
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The Sky Is Beautiful
August 3, 2017
The sky is beautiful
My gaze sees magic beyond belief.
Wishing for nothing
For I have all I need.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
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Leaves Floating Down
August 2, 2017
Leaves floating down
Falling, resting
Finally
On the ground.
No crash is heard
No weeping cry
Only silent sounds echoing
Throughout the sky.
My soul too
Does fall down
Reaching up, clasping pieces
To soften, the floating down.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
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Sounds Of The Earth Turning
August 1, 2017
Sounds of the earth turning
Turning round
No disconnect, no what the heck
Just moving, slowly moving
Going round.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
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A Hummingbird Sings
July 28, 2017A hummingbird hovers making sure its safe
To drink nectar that brings forth
A feeling of heaven’s gate.
A hummingbird’s wings sing as she flies
In between blooms sending scent promising
Just about everything.
A hummingbird’s nest of twigs and things
Babies so small
They are next to nearly nothing.
A hummingbird dodges leaves and flowers
On the hunt of insects nutritious there
Amongst other things.
But you know I don’t think
That I’ve ever heard
A hummingbird sing
Anything.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
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Heartbreak Takes The Mind
July 25, 2017
Heartbreak takes the mind
To places I wish I could decline
But instead I tread an uneven path
Cursing heartbreak all the way
Not understanding
This will change tomorrow
To be a happier place than all today.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
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Fingers Move Across The Page
July 21, 2017Fingers move across the page
Feeling emotions that do rage
Calming down anxious stress
With each word that is expressed.
Yes, fingers make anguish
Dissipate
As they move across
Caressing a waiting page.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
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When I Feel Like It
July 20, 2017
When I feel like it
That’s what I’ll do
No
Dyed in concrete
No
“Oh what shall I do?”
I’ll just
Move
Where my soul
My heart
Tells me too.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
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The Lush Green Of Summer
July 19, 2017
The lush green of summer
Is contentment in lazy, hot days
Brief showers of warm shimmering
Summer rain.
Squirrels scurry away
Hummingbirds drink all day
Sun shinning bright in a clear blue
Summer sky.
All is right
As I lie
My eyes watching summer drift by.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
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