Having a hard day
Sleepless last night
Thinking all that angers me
Keeps me up at night.
Not mine to control
Not mine
Yet I struggle
Struggle to let go.
Happiness evades me
Anger, frustration
He said
She did.
Why can’t they see
They’re not right
And I’m in the wrong place
Not where I want to be.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
No one said
You have to be perfect
The best you have to be
That’s up to you
That’s for you to see
Cause all you can do
Is be the very best you
You want to be.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Sweet water greets those flying from the south
A long time since said goodbye
Now spring beckons them to our house
Heavy, sweet ruffled feathers
Shook out to contain some heat
Refilled from drinking that that’s sweet.
Tiny and big spring flowers bloom
Holding up their coloured petals
To the sun and to the moon
Sweet nectar deep inside
Lavish feast for who knows where it resides
Hovering there in spring.
Welcome back my little summer friends
Who harrow spring and winter’s end
Let summer too be about to begin
Trust your journey was a easy ride
On currents blowing up
On south’s humid tide.
We’ll share the warm summer’s breeze
You’ll drink sweet water
Til leaves begin to fall
Then on currents you’ll fly away
Drinking sweet water on your way
Back to a warm, south southern day.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
I can’t be scorned, belittled or debased
I am alive, I have survived
And
I know, know what I need to do.
~ Patrice
Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Another idea came to mind
Popped into my head
My mind
Write it down, ponder it
Express it
Make it become
A reality.
Cause if I let it be
It’ll wander and fade
To a fleeting thought
That once lived
Briefly
In my mind
In my psyche.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Don’t let me be the one
The one that cries out lies
Never happy with her life
Always, always helping no one.
Don’t let me be the one
Who sees nothing pure or good
Looking every time
To the bad, the sad
Let me be not that one.
Let me be the one
Who sees beauty in everything
Feels life in the wind, earth and sky
A presence who just can’t
And won’t be denied
Let me, let me be that one.
~ Patrice
Patrice Clarkson – 2019
I wake in the early morning light
Pondering my mission, my delight
No other knows
No other can conceive
The thoughts, the words
The images that come
Only to me.
The early morning light
Can be quiet
Still as the darkness left
Or filled with joy
Sounds singing, bringing forth
The board, bright daylight.
I will lay here
In the midst of my thoughts
The grey dawn getting ever so light
I will rise, knowing
What must be done
Beyond the early morning light.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
The sun shines bright
The lake’s like glass in the evening light
I take a breath
Savouring all that abounds
I like, I love the world
That is all around.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
I didn’t make it
Cut from the lot
Standing alone
Not knowing what’s up
What’s not.
I know it’ll be over
I’ll pass on
But for now
I’m lonely, fractured
Having trouble to cope
To move on.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
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