When you see the greatness
The majesty
You’ll also see the power
And the glory.
No stone unturned
No path untread
No heart lying
Waiting in an empty, lonely bed.
All will be together
All will be suffice
To make this world better
To give this world life.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
The bird flies
It’s wings glide across the sky
Floating on the breeze
Landing with grace and ease
To pick up food and drink
Then off onto
The invisible breeze
A friend, a mate flying next to her
Together, they’ll rule the skies
Up where all birds fly.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020
No one knows nor do I share
The experiences I’ve had
Way back
Way back there.
Memories remain unspoken
Words are held with care
Just in case those thoughts
Come out
Get spoken somewhere.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020
No I won’t, no I can’t
Nothing is that great
To fight all to get it back
Let it go, let it be
The sun will shine
Regardlessly
I know you know
I think you see
This to be true
In your heart, in your soul
Respectfully.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020
Why has it happened
Where will I be
When oh when will it move on
To the past so far behind me?
Answers
Answers I don’t have
Answers I wish someone
Would share with me.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020
When I was lost, nowhere to go
She was there
This I know.
Holding still
Sitting quietly next to me
Not on a chair
But a presence
I could feel, I could not see.
Quietly she spoke
Her hand reaching out
Caressing my spirit, my soul
This being called
Me.
She told of things
That would be
She told me I would succeed
She told me, she told me
Everything.
Her voice so calm
Her touch so light
Her presence it could light
The darkest night.
An angel perhaps
A passing soul, who knows
But by my side
She lived, she stayed
She goes.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
I feel your presence
I feel your breath
Warm and sweet
Upon my neck.
I reach for your arms
Your body most sublime
But empty handed
Here I stand.
I think I have lost my mind
My soul mourns
Wails a tale of sadness
Laughter gone.
Maybe tomorrow
I’ll join you
In the bye, in the already
Long gone.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020
Let the grass grow tall and fine
The waters flow while ivies climb.
All is well for the sun glows bright
In morning’s wondrous light.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020
When I fall
you pick me up
my life is saved
My heart
also
is picked up
Safe and serene
standing straight up
I feel your presence, I feel your love
And that’s when
I race
to another
who needs me
to
pick them up.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020
My new pink pen
Flows along the lines
Leaving behind thoughts
Coming thru my mind.
My new pink pen
Laughs along the lines
Saying funny things
Leaving a smile on
My reader’s face.
My new pink pen
Doesn’t take no guff
It writes words needed
To tell the story right.
My new pink pen
Lays quietly on my page
Waiting for the words
To be created
Formed into lines
Sent out for all time.
My new pink pen
Has a mission
The reason she’s livin’
I give thanks for having
My new pink pen.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020
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