Why haven’t I seen
Your heart open up
Your voice speak
Soft, lilting words
Why haven’t I known
The place where all go
To be safe and unhurt
Why haven’t I?
I don’t know why
I haven’t been able
To experience all
Of these things.
I do know they exist
And know
Someday I’ll see all these
Beautiful, wondrous things.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Sadness lingers giving a sad taste
Mental anguish holds memories in
Sadness’s wake.
This too will pass in future’s time
Overshadowed
By weeping and sad crying.
For now I hold my sadness near
All that’s left
Of one life so dear.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Not asking for forgiveness
Not saying I am right
Just living life to the fullest
Able to rest, to sleep tonight.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
You don’t know and I won’t tell
The secrets kept
That do dwell deep beneath the sky
In plain sight
But blind to the naked, uncaring eye.
See you when your heart opens up
Your eyes do speak
And your mouth remains shut
Then you’ll know
The secrets I speak about
Then we’ll laugh and dance about.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
So much to say
So little paper to write it
All out
What so many people are laughing
Talking about.
Suffice to say
When I find that scrap of paper
Filed somewhere
Yesterday
I’ll laugh and cry.
Because even then
I know there’s been
So much to say
So little paper to write it
All out.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Hearing the world turn
Is
A wondrous thing.
The magic of the morning
The breath of spring
Calling forth summer and all that it brings.
Fall’s bounty feeding
Getting ready for the cold of winter
Snowflakes hiding everything.
My breath goes in and out
Taking in all these things
That are about.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
The full and caring heart
Waits to hear
The sound of love
Raining down.
No drip, drop of seething hate
No frustration, anger
Making lonely roads
Seem so long.
Just love and caring
Gentle kindness freely given
No strings attached
No ‘What if’s’
None of that.
All we see, all we feel
Is loving
Caring, pleasant thoughts
Raining Down.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Nobody to take
No one to answer too
Nothing to be angry
Or grateful for
Too.
Speaking lightly
Smiling as I need too
Never responding to
Anything hateful, cruel
Or nothing I needn’t
Too.
I am moving to
The very edge of the world
I’m where
Where I need to be
Too.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Total help
Is on the way
No need to call upon
Yesterday.
Today
Will be suffice
Guiding you though
All obstacles
Standing firm, no cat calls.
So, just relax
Enjoy the time
It will all be unfolding
In rhythm
And in perfect rhyme.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
When I hear your voice
My being melts and does rejoice
Heaven, earth move a little closer
When I hear your voice.
When I hear your voice
No sudden happening
Is either sad or profound
When I hear your voice
I’m settled, I’m calmed down.
When I hear your voice
No heart is moved as much
No success can mean as much
As the sound of my world slowing down
When I hear your voice.
When I hear your voice
Feeling joy all around
When I hear
Hear your voice creating love
With it’s singing, wondrous sound.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
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