When I hear something bad
My heart is oh so sad
Doesn’t need to be.
The cruel, the vindictive
The unnecessary
Doesn’t need to be.
Doesn’t have to be.
~ Patrice
My condolences to family and friends of Alison Parker and Adam Ward, My heart, my thoughts are with you.
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Today
Is a day unlike any other day
Filled with life
Filled with strife
And too, things nice.
Must make it my day
Do it my way
And at the end, at the night
I’ll look, see what a wondrous day
Was given to me.
Then I can peacefully sleep
In anticipation of what
The day
The next day
Will bring to me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
There wasn’t much time
There wasn’t a lot
So into the depth I went
I sought.
Not hoping to sacrifice
Those I’d lost
Maybe to recover my love
My lot.
In this life I’ve been living
Living with no thought
For those I’ve hurt or discarded
Certainly I’ve not.
It’s not the time
To think this
No
No, it’s not.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Rain falls
Pouring down
Wholly drenching parched hard ground
Giving life to what was once brown.
Rain falls
Its pouring down.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
I am here and have not seen why
All the answers evade
And I question why.
Heart and soul both
Don’t know the reason
The reason why.
Deep breath, let it rest
Then I may understand and see the answer
To my why, my question why.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
When things calm down and all is quiet
The heart stirs with memories, feelings disquiet.
Hard to conceive what has happened
Hard to believe it is now reality.
Chest heaves, tears fall crying
In a crushing rain no one can believe.
Neither can anyone console
Or take this burdened load from you or me.
Yes, when all things are calm and the world seems quiet
The head, the heart are left feeling painfully disquiet.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
I had a friend
He was six, I was seven
His house or mine
We played dawn to dusk
Swam in the creek
Or rode a pony
Now that was heaven.
I had a friend
He was six, I was seven.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
My brother has passed away
Leaving a hole
A void so deep that stays.
No laugh, no hearing his chuckle
No ‘Huh?’ accompanying
His incredulous, questioning smile.
No feeding the brown or the black cat
All memories now
No more, no more of that.
Now my brother, sleep quiet, sleep sweet
Rest now my brother for evermore
In heavenly peace.
~ Pat
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
Some things get hard
Even difficult
And you wonder
Why it is to be.
You muddle forth
Stepping over
All the debris
That hinders you and me.
Sometimes tripping
Sometimes skipping
Feeling absolutely fuddled
In this mess
My life can be.
~ Patrice
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