Knowing when to go
When to stop
This is the secret to a life
Not filled with wrought.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016



Rain, rain falls
Rain stays washing, watering
All that seeks its life-giving ways
Dripping, dropping from the sky
Soaking, watering all that is so dry
As thanks is raised in arms outstretched
Blessing drops that give life back
To a land parched
Near the throes of death.
~ Patrice
Patrice Clarkson – 2016


I remember when
It was bliss and happiness.
The world was mine
To chose to do
Whatever I choose to do.
No restrictions, no what ifs
Nothing to dim the mix.
Talented, optimistic
That’s what I saw.
I could do it all
Cut thru the impossible
Walk on water
Anything and everything.
Yes, I could do it all.
I smile to see
Those thoughts
That dwelt inside of me.
For life is different now
Than what I did expect.
Not so bad
For I did get
That needed in
Fulfilling my soul
Becoming
What God expects.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012


A year ago today
My brother passed away
Gone from this earth
His presence we still feel
His form alone
Has passed away.
Wish you were still here
Wish I could hear your laugh
That I could call
But you have gone
Today
A year ago today
You, my brother passed away.
~ Patrice
Rest in peace Terry, my brother forever ❤
© Patrice Clarkson -2016




I thank those of you
Who treated me
In my ‘Blond’ time
With respect and dignity.
And for those
Who laughed
And ridiculed
I thank you too.
For you have let me see
There are beautiful people
In this world
And ones filled
With misery.
You have a place
Here in this world
But it is nowhere
Near or part of me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012