The day before
Something.
Not sure what that is
But I know, know it’s
Something.
I’ll go thru my life
Living it to the highest heights
It’ll be
Something.
Then afterwards
When all is said and done
I’ll sit back and say
That was
Something.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Will shorts ever be an option?
Cold winds blow frozen
Ice it seems encloses
No bright, growing spring
No warm summer sun.
Harsh, angry weather
Keeping winter coats on
In what was suppose to be spring.
No respite
Birds shivering
Tulips freezing
Babies crying
No,
Shorts are not an option tonight.
~ Patrice
Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Feeling anger with no remorse
Feel like I’m stepping on
A unproductive, negative course.
It’s not like I will abide
In this state
But for now, I’ll let it ride.
Feel like no one knows
Nor do they care
The hurt they give
It seems unfair.
Yes, I’ll let it ride
And tomorrow, hopefully
Saner minds will survive.
Giving me a better outlook
A better feel
For those who criticize.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Such a wonder to review
Such a time we had we two.
Nothing came to pass
That hurt or tested our resolve, our view.
Such a time we had we too
Such a wonder to review.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Do I hear your call?
Do I feel your presence near mine?
Now and forever after
Our lives will be intertwined.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
I haven’t stopped to understand
Haven’t known which way
Is at my command
All seems so hard
To comprehend, to understand.
Please let me know
The knowledge needed
The way be seen
For without this where will I be
Except the same place
I’ve always been.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Focus on the present
Live in today
Pay attention to what’s happening
Still remembering yesterday.
~ Patrice
©bPatrice Clarkson – 2019
A deer came by my window
She stopped. looked me in the eye
She flicked her tail, twitched her ear
As she listened for danger near by
Then on down the path she went
No longer seen by me
Disappearing into the woods
On this bright beautiful, sunny day.
A few minutes later as I was off to run
There she lay, mortally injured
Unable to run
She heard my voice, so near, so close
Her tail flicked, her ears twitched
She tried once again to run
But her eyes were closed
Nothing worked and there she lay
Dying slowly, dying
On this bright beautiful, sunny day.
A woman in a big Ram truck
Slowed up just to pass the time of day
Not seeming to notice
A deer dying, on the side of the road
Nor if I had called the police
I had, they came, they put her away
I heard the shot, saw her body twitch
I saw her die on the side of the road
That deer who was outside my window
On this bright beautiful, sunny day.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Stingrays flying
In a most beautiful place
In awe, inspired by their beauty, their grace.
Leaping from the sea
Are they jumping in fear
Running from danger beneath the waves?
Not known for sure
For they may be just washing mites
From their smooth, dark face.
Stingrays flying
Leaping
With a particular ballet grace.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
For all I know
It could be not a thing
In a abyss of something.
For all I know
I’m not here.
For all I know
This is a dream
I’ve dreamt before.
But who keeps score
No one
For all I know.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
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