Feeling life from before
Standing here beside me
Saying things
Reliving times gone before.
Joyous reunion
Sad thoughts passing
Hugging life and lives
That lived before.
I know I am one
Who does not stand alone
Beside, in front and behind
Are those whose lives
Have lived before.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Liar, liar
Don’t know how
Don’t know where
Won’t listen, nor see
Liar, liar
Standing in front of me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Wonder is what I’ve got
As I reach, reach out and see
The beauty, the majesty of all living things
Knowing they are all part of me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Been sick, hear me retch
Vacant vacuum been sick.
Time passes, sickness flows
Nausea sickens, this night is very old.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
When I felt your heart next to mine
When I saw my life and yours intertwined
My soul was full and so sublime
When I was yours and you were mine.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
April Fools’ ~ Hah! Hah!
You tricked me
You made me think it was true
I believed you
April Fools’
Was I so innocent?
Was I so full of you?
April Fools’
April Fools’
You believed you were my world
And thought I loved you too
April Fools’
April Fools’ too.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
House of cards
Comes crashing down
Never built on solid ground
No ace, jack nor king
Only a queen in mourning.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Voice speaking, crying out
Saying things needed
Feeling all alone
Desperate to know the answer
Seeking to be free
Of ties changing, dragging thee.
Voice may be loud
Sounding almost like a horn
Blowing breath, scattering every way
Or soft and mellow
Holding dreams inside
Being safe, secure today.
Voice crying of things lost and found
Then some stored away
Voice may be laughing, bringing joy
To the day
Holding, hugging souls captured
In the voice’s lilting, loving way.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Today I remember
Someone
Great to me.
Someone
Who gave me life
And is forever
Part of me.
Someone
Who took the time
And began the task
Of making me, me.
Someone
Wise and talented
Knowing when
To be still
And when to be.
Someone
Whose life
Was not often easy
But she accepted
The task
And made it be
What it must be.
That someone
Was my mother
Someone
Always great to me.
I miss you and remember
You’ll always be
Someone
Great to me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
Tenderness, loving and caring
Caressing my heart, my life
Tender touch holding me
In warmth
This very night.
Smiling, laughing
Bringing cheer and delight
May you feel love like this
May it hold you safe and secure
All thru your life
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
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