Feel the green coming thru
Up from ground all muddy too
Crickets run across the lane
To get to where is their domain.
Birds fly by tired from
Their trip up north
Gleaming food
from any source.
Sun is weak and far away
Coming closer day by day
Smile, relax know for sure
Weather cures all winter blues.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
When I decide
To see, to be
The compassionate being
I need to be
My heart, my soul will grow
Flourish
In this life
I’ve come to know.
~ Patrice
Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Nothing
Works as well
As getting it done.
Nothing
Holds as still
As work undone.
No one knows the reason
Why the hour has begun
Only that as usual
Nothings
Getting done.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Did you ever wonder why
We did the things we thought
The things we did?
No one else could tell
How it would go
It would smell
No one said or did they yell.
Then its over, we could tell
No morse code
No Hail Mary
Or playing William Tell.
All’s gone, all that’s left
Is the wonder why
We did the things we thought
The things we did
So well.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Feel the radiance of life
Feel it in your heart
Your head, especially your life
Let it glow with happiness
A smile spreading across the day
tomorrow flowing
In what will be yesterday
Hold it all so close
Inhale the enticing smell
Breathing sweet air
As you feel a radiance
That radiance called life.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
There in my heart
The world comes alive
Feeling the love, strength
Of those I abide.
Dwell deep within
Then rocketing back out
I be the one my heart
Needs me to be about.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
When I think about it
I can’t stay
In the realm of
Yesterday.
Move away, move away
From the thoughts, the times
Lived yesterday
Yesterday.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
A flower wilts
A flower dies
Its life with us
Has said goodbye.
No more joy to bring
Like it once did
All dead, gone
Done with it.
A flower dies
That had a life
Giving beauty, joy
In such a lovely life.
Now is gone but in out mind
We still see
A flower that once
Breathed eternal beauty.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Sadness again rears it’s head
As I think of those we’ve lost
Those that are now dead.
Lived lives we did share
Held them close, loved them
But now despair.
Remember
Remember those gone
Not so much with sadness
But rejoicing love forever long.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Be your own best friend. Rejoice in the person that is you.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
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