I heard you sing
Heard the bells ring
Sounds singing
Of blessed happiness
Transporting joy to me
To everything.
I heard you sing
A song so beautiful
Even silent bells
Did ring
Singing sounds
I too, now sing.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Holy crap, holy shit
How did this come to be?
Drove into dusk
To a friends house
For a brake adjust
Enjoyed our time
Heated garage, work all done
Chinese food, a little dim sum.
Driving home in the dead of night
Turned a corner and what a fright
Flew fast, skidded left
Then a half a circle to the right
In a split second saw all my life.
Came to a stop
Teetering on the edge
Of a snowbank facing back
To where I’d come from.
Took a breath backing up
Turned around
Go forward asking
“What was all of that?”
Trade places for a ways
Smoke billowing, smell frightening
We might just have a blaze.
Park it, wait for the tow truck
Holy shit, holy crap
Go for a brake job
Come home
In a flatbed tow truck.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
Why have I been brought to this spot?
Why do I live and exist while others have not?
Where will I go?
Who will I see?
Just what will become of me?
The answers not told at least not to me
But then if I knew
What would I do?
With that which is laid out for me?
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Never, nothing to regret
Got only that which
I need to get
A heart cold, burdened down
Opens up and warms
With kindness shown around.
Never, nothing to regret
The world will come
Bringing all I can reach
And need to get
Sharing too
With those less fortunate.
A smile does it all
Believe
With never, nothing to regret
You’ll receive all you want
And need to get.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
In the dusky river silence flows
Flowers shimmer along the shoals
No one knows which way it goes
Only those that climb upon the shore
Reach for heaven and nothing more.
The deer, the doe drink their fill
Watching always for threats and still
They move with poise
Knowing others come, living life
Wherever the dusky, silent river flows.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Snow is falling softly
gently down upon a cold
Hard bitter ground
Unforgiving in this season angry
As we struggle to be warm.
Quietly snow covers all
That harsh, hard cold
Making soft and warm it seems
This landscape filled with cold.
Blanket all the world
In white beauty bold
There til spring
The ground does sleep
While we wait for warmth
To unfold.
Springing forth in vibrant colour
Joyous singing can be heard
May we rest in quiet winter
Tucked beneath a blanket white
Waiting for spring to tell us
This is the time to spring to life.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
Tell me
Tell me why
Don’t mince the words
You can
Put them all out
And tell me why.
Maybe cushion the bitter
Filter the kind
But
Don’t agonize or design
Just tell me
Tell me why.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Let my heart feel
The strain of loving
And losing again
The sorrow that follows
The crying that weeps.
Then let me feel
True love creep
Back into my heart, let it seep
With no sorrow nor crying
Or making me weep.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
In the beginning of our life
We remember nothing
Of that world we came from.
Floating sweetly, curled in repose
Sucking thumb, I suppose
Resting quietly we did sleep
Within the womb
Where I think, life was sweet
No sorrow, laughter
Or mocking grins
Life was simple way back then.
We came to this world I think
Remembering nothing of that life
A world innocent and sweet.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Tortured souls hear the pain
Nothing in it, all in vain
Climbing out, out from pain
Crucial not to be flushed
Down the drain.
Melody running in my head
Ponder what I really dread
Muster forth the power said
Rock all that fuels
This in my head.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
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