I hear the howl
Of a lonesome wind
Winding thru the trees
Branches, limbs.
Leaving all to chance
She sweeps across the land
Blowing with her
Good fortune, losses
But nothing that holds on
That can withstand.
Her mind is elsewhere
A place she came from
Wandering
Whistling she searches
For that time long ago
When she was so young.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Deep in the rest of sleep tonight
My soul does dream so vividly
Life is full, time is dear
Honoured by those held so near.
I awaken rested, never knowing
Time has passed
Troubles solved and circumstance
Seems not to be the threat I feared
So horribly.
No one drew or threw a veil
Upon my sight
Just goodness does
And will prevail.
I slumber now in perfect rest
No concern, no distress
Awakening to light cascading down
Upon my life where goodness
Does and will abound.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
The heart does pound
Breath does breathe
Sun rises and the moon
Seeks to shine light
On a darken place.
No one lives all alone
Everyone has a life
Everyone lives
Within their own space.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Most of all I want to say
The day will unfold in a way
That won’t be yours or mine
But belong in the scheme
Of all time.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
A wall of many trees stand
Stand in front of me
There may be a way
Around
Squeezing thru, in-between.
Many trees stand
Protecting me
From what dwells beyond
Unforeseen.
Canopy overtop, shading
Letting only a few rays
Of burning sun thru
To drop.
Taking the impact
Of a lightning strike
Hear the thunder crash
As a mighty tree falls
Out of sight.
Little ones will take its place
Loved
Nurtured by large ones
Standing, guarding, protecting
In this place.
As full circle round
Does nature go
Where many trees stand
Like a wall
All in a row.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
I mustn’t tell
The things I know
Keep them secret
No one else
Should ever know.
Let them be
Secrets known only
To me
Don’t let the world see
These secrets
I keep inside of me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Strive for happiness
Creating love
Narrow the corridor
That harbours anger
Let it sink deep into murky mud.
Never saw it coming
Never heard the cry
Maybe in the beginning
I didn’t understand
The reason why.
Now that is over and it seems
The clouds have begun to dry
I’ll take my happiness
And make love
The reason why.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Sadness is a part of me
Loss of one so very dear
To me
Gone a long time ago
But no one told me
I didn’t know.
Her heart was pure
Her soul glowed bright
I can see her smile
Her gentle nature
Such a delight.
In the years
That have passed
We talked little
Distance, time
Seemed to be an
Impasse.
But you were there
I was here
Sharing a love so full
For horses, boxers
And a mate who
Completed, giving all.
Now must accept
Gone to be in heaven
Where with all who
Have gone before
Happily sharing laughter
Memories by the score.
~ Patrice
Rest in peace my Friend Carol – Oct. 6/18
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
I want to run the hills once again
Feel the warm breath of the sun on my face
The cool breeze on my skin.
I want to run the hills, the hills
Once again.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Conspiracy comes and flows
Taking breath
Out of control
No one knows who to trust
Where safe lives
Or
Whether the world
As we know it
Will turn to dust.
Conspiracy shows
She has no mercy
Reigning ruthlessly
Laughing at despair
Smirking
At courtesy.
Conspiracy destroys
Undermines
The beauty of innocence
And
Tenderness becomes
An unimaginable crime.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
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