With the meeting of my mind
Seeing
Feeling all
That can be kind.
Acting on the narrow line
Lost
Between ridiculous
And the most kind.
No one has to tell
The outcome
Or
The story well.
Just be there
In the moment
Give
Offer kindness well.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Figure it out one step at a time
Walk with pride
Sidestep
Even if you have to duck and hide
No matter the reason the answer is there
Its up to you to find out where.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
I find my heart cold
In charge of no life
Making no sound
Finding no life.
Lonely of course
Hardened and cruel
Seeking no justice
A master I’m sure
That is such a fool.
Sudden I hear
A kindness roar
Blood pulsing inside
Like opening a door.
For my heart is alive
Beating with life
Coursing with love
Creating a good life.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Another world drifting by
Deep, high in the sky
No words said, no lies or cries
Life lived in another way
A world that gives but never stays.
This world’s sky is lit
By that that seems round
Hardened softness no one knows
Nor hears a sound.
Another world far away
So profound
Guides me by day and night
My path is full of light
I tread on gentle ground.
Another world makes me see
Love in this world
No need to be in that other world
My world is all I need.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Autumn’s come
Darkness reigns, life dying
As cold seeps in and leaves fall
Like a uncontrolled train.
Birds are flocking, salmon, trout
Fighting their way up rivers
Not seen since tiny river trout.
Young are grown
Grooming a thick winter coat
Bears sleepy fat, readying
For a long winter, that’s that.
Those staying loading caches
Their bountiful summer haul
Autumn’s come
We also call it fall.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
A home is a home
No matter where you reside
A home is a home
No matter the size.
A home is where we go
And we share
All that’s important
And shows we do care.
A home is a home
And where we come
To be secure surrounded
With all we love.
Be it with our child
Our brothers, our sisters
Our father, our spouse
Or mother
A home is a home.
No matter where
We roam or stay
A home is still home
When we nestle in
And love one another.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
A delicate flower blooms
Quietly
Seeking no fame or to be
Deemed part of majesty.
She only wants to live
And give delicately to others
Who seek her out
To fulfill their own dreams.
She holds them close
Giving everything
They in return
Help her bear fruit
While breeze dancing.
Replenishing all
She goes full circle
Dying
Growing, spring blooming.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
A bluejay came looking
For a feeder today
Checking
Seeing whether one
Was on display
Silent and quiet
Not a word did he say
Just looking
Looking
To see if a feeder was up
Fast food for the winter
He was looking
Looking
Checking today.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
To live in turmoil is to not exist. ~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
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