Why have I come to this?
The melting of snow
Turning to rain
Getting lost in the mist.
A wandering soul
So much I don’t know
How has it come to this?
No more to say
Just move thru the day
Think of the answer
When did I come to this?
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
The crow flies over skies
Looking down on a world
Moving forward, no lies.
The crow flies calling
Singing songs only loved ones
Hear, don’t deny.
The crow flies holding close
Treasures found, lost
Seen by no other eyes.
The crow flies.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Memories are with me
I wish had died
Memories of an existance
I think of and cry
No memories of happiness
Or pleasure survive
Remember memories
That took me out
Of the memories
That just make me sigh
Memories, my memories
That make me cry.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Reach for the sky
Hear the angels cry
Words of magnitude
No one
No one can deny.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
That quiet voice talks
Saying things that give me thought
I listen when that quiet voice talks
Telling me what will happen
Giving choices when that quiet voice begins to talk.
That quiet voice has carried me thru a lot
Showing support, holding me up
I owe that quiet voice oh so much
And will be thankful with all my heart forever
That I have heard that quiet voice talk.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
As I sit here facing life
Must decide my mission
The way I choose
To ride the ups and downs
The about face
The turnarounds
No road is straight
No path without a winding curve
Negotiate
Living life on your own terms.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Healing lives is nature’s way
Seeking truth in everything
Every way
Let no rock remain unturned
Let all life be our concern.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Did you see, do you know?
Tell me, tell me if it is so
See only white, no black in sight
Not sure where all the gray did go.
Did you see, do you know
All the stress, heartache where
Where did it go?
Nothing seems the same
It blossoms, it sings a refrain
Tell me, tell me
Did you see, do you know?
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
A tear drop
Runs down my cheek
Taking with it all I cherish
All I seek.
A tear wells up
Clouding my eyes
So they can’t see
The pain devouring me.
A tear drops quietly
On lips unable to cry
Any words that fit
These feelings I dispise.
A tear falls
Down my cheek
Landing on my broken heart
Whose pain won’t go away.
A tear flows down
Taking with it all love
All joy
I hoped I’d found.
I feel
A tear running down.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Haven’t told my heart the way the world goes
Haven’t said the words that no one else does know
Won’t even tease the strings
That connect her to my sauntering toes
Nor let her ears, my lips know
Just how the world goes.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
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