I don’t know where and must ask
‘Have you seen?’
‘Have you seen me?’
Lost in the wilderness of life
Adrift in a wake of crushing waves
Wandering thru
Obscure to anyone
I sigh a breathe deep and long
Waiting for the air to come back in
Asking all who’ll listen
‘Have you seen?’
‘Have you seen me?’
~ Patrice
Patrice Clarkson – 2019
There we are
And come again
Nurturing love
No matter what
Comes round
The bend.
Forsake not love
That has been
Hold on
go beyond
Heart and soul
To skies
Where angels flow.
Love will come
Love will go
Embracing us
With it’s magic glow
Touching lives
With a gentle touch
Not holding on
Way too much.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson
– 2015
Nothing really happens
Til something moves
Takes control.
Nothing really happens
In the morning bright
Til eyes open
Letting in streaming sunlight.
Nothing really happens
Til words are spoken
From a mouth open
Speaking things we need to know.
Nothing really happens
Til feet move
Heeding the mind’s signals
And control.
Nothing really happens
Til we let Mother Nature
Let nature have the reins
And we let go.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Treacherous feelings I harbour
Tonight
Anger seething in my blood
Tonight.
Each footstep taken
Keeps me in a raging hold
Tonight.
No answer, no salvation
In the black, bleak darkness
Tonight.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Snow blows
It leaves for dead
Spring blossoms, warm summer
Where footprints lightly tread.
Deep in blowing snow
Hold fast to warmth
Radiating from the fireplace glow
Now is not the time
To let bird feeders run low.
Snow white
Blowing snow covers all
In cold and harsh
But still we know
Its winter white where
Snow blows blowing snow.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Focus on falling snow
Dropping, falling, drifting
Blow.
Filling cracks in heart and soul
Holding softly footsteps
Traced in falling white.
Moving with
No cares in sight
Blanketed in soften, drifting white.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Flowing down the page
Words written by a distant sage
Knowledge knowing
Understanding things lost
Hidden in the midst of all
Which we will understand
We will know
When the written words
Are read
For our eyes will overflow.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
The farther I go
The farther away
I get from
What has happened
Yesterday.
Seeking no remorse
Nothing to say
All is in the past
That I did
Yesterday.
Maybe tomorrow
When I’m farther away
Maybe then
I’ll understand the past
All that happened
Yesterday.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
You didn’t see me I know for a fact
Nor did you want me
Want me back.
I slide into the shadows
Paused in a quiet spot
Before heading away from you
And all, all your self-centred thoughts.
I won’t be back and I think
It’s a well known fact
That you’ll never miss me
You’ll never ever, ask me back.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
I saw you together connected by an energy
A wave of endless love.
No words needed to convey, to see your love
Bonded together, radiating an energy
Produced by shared love.
Mother, daughter connected forever
By a word, a feeling, a energy
We simply name love.
~ Patrice
Patrice Clarkson – 2015
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