The trouble with what I say
It may be true or cause disarray
Careful with my words
Is what I must remember
Each and everyday.
Blessing to know before I say.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018


My heart wonders where you’ve been
Loved you, lost you, can’t begin.
Anger, sadness creeping in
Gentle kindness hidden somewhere then.
Feel the touch of hearts afire
Smouldering eyes, full of desire.
No one knows where it goes
Bumpy, hilly, soft or kind, rocky crevice ours to find.
Now must go where hearts do flow
No troubles, no big or little cares I’ll know.
For you see, you’ll be in my dreams tonight
Full of love, wonder, so much delight.
There with trembling lips we’ll gently kiss
Sharing loving, sweet night bliss.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014



Let me lift up my soul
My heart, my eyes
To the bright cerulean sky
Let no heart beat
Without a steady beat
No eye cry for a unbeknown
Love that’s died.
Let my feet walk, run
In rhythm with the flowing sun
Shade my head
With kindness, courtesy
Feel no dread
As my arms embrace
The living grace that surrounds
All living.
Seeking not
A world of anguish
But living
Living without knowing
Sadness, pity
There I’ll live
With the upmost dignity.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018


So cool today a chickadee came
To where the feeder should be
She looked and looked
Then took a flight around
Just to check no seeds were hidden
Near or on the ground.
It’s only August, too soon for seeds
Flowers bloom in all their majesty
But honestly, look closely
I see them shivering
Shaking in the breeze.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014

In the morning I come to be
In my joyous place laughing, happy
All as it should be.
As a mourning dove gives it’s plaintive call
Cars pass knowing nothing of my life
Not at all.
Birds sing, squirrels jump from branch to branch
On the hunt for the perfect breakfast,
Dinner, lunch.
Flowers bloom, waving petals in a quiet breeze
While a fly buzzes, irritating for sure
But still a life that lives, that breathes.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018


I feel the magnitude of it all
It shoves the good
The bad in my face
Making distinctions none at all.
I cope, I handle
Sometimes overwhelmed
One foot in front of another
I struggle and demand.
To have a life
A role in this universe
My little section I can love
That no one else can command.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018