Hydro out there is no doubt
Smash and crash
Is what the wind has been
Whining, howling across the span
Bending, breaking trees
Dashing dreams and all things
Seen, unseen.
Mutter, sputter does no good
Hydro out
As the onslaught marches
Destroying its way thru
Listen, listen to the howling wind
Crashing, smashing thru.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Nothing is never
And will always be
Something that never
Feels responsibility.
That is what it is
All around and down
Is what it is.
Sadly, sadly
Nothing never is.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
All three in a row
Sitting, resting nowhere to go.
Pleasant and mild
The height of haute style
Sitting, resting
Certainly to be there awhile.
Ah, doesn’t it make you smile.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Today someone died a long time ago
He changed my life
The course of things that could have been
And my time with him
May not have been so smooth
But I remember him
Yes, I remember him from so long ago.
Adieu, may peace and God be with you
My love, my friend adieu.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Going back over the past
Seeing things different
Now that I’m relaxed.
Joy sometimes
Anger and anguish at other
But these emotions
These emotions are mine.
I’ll filter with joy, anger and anguish
All those emotions that are mine
While relaxed, going back, thru the past.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
See the words on the page
Bring them out from where they lie
Sing their lovely, lilting song
As you gently nudge to where they belong.
See words filled with wondrous thoughts
No sadness or hateful things
Just beauty radiating, singing
Now and into spring.
Bring these words to the page
Let them shout, sing their happiness
Here and all about
These beauty words you’re bringing out.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
We must remember with hearts filled
With emotion seeing the way
Those who fought for freedom
On this very day.
Somber moments seeking the truth
Listening heartbeats showing the route.
You battled in cold, fought in the dark
Never once saying no more, so far.
Onward, forward you did advance
Not thinking or fearing any consequence.
Battles are fought, some never won
But moments of glory reign
Showing the courage
Of our daughters, our sons.
Hold that courage proudly
You stood in the moment
You wear the battle scar.
All I can do is salute and give honour to
The brave soldier you are.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Burr it’s cold
Burr what’s next
To unfold?
Wind is blowing
Leaves are gone
Flocks of geese
Not to be found.
Winter today could unfold
Cause burr, burr
It’s really cold.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
What happened to tomorrow
When did it become yesterday?
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
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