Totally in the dark
Absolutely unable to see
Whether the world will
Come and hold me
Keep me safe
Or
Throw me to the wolves
Surrounding me
Could it be
The wolves will be
My saviour
Surrounding, protecting me
Totally in the dark
Absolutely unable to see.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
Hoping to see joy in all humanity
As we transverse thru our lives
Holding each close
No tears cried
No hope denied
Just care and love in all our lives.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Why Have I
Listened to the wind
Blowing in my ear?
Why have I
Tried to give back the gentleness
Life has served?
Why have I
Cried when a sad song
Comes on?
Why have I
Not always felt
That I belonged?
The answers to these questions
I don’t know nor can I tell
For they’re written on a slate
Hidden deep and very well.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
The world whirls
Flies by
Grab a hold
Hang on
It’s going to be a wild ride.
~ Patrice
Patrice Clarkson – 2021
When things become
Hectic
And out of place
Step back, deep breath in
Move slowly
At a snail’s pace.
The welcoming of plenty
The loss of all things
filled with empty
Can sometimes overwhelm you
Leaving only a place crazily
Hectic.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
The morning sun
Brightens the day
Morning mists slowly
Fade away
As robins chirp
Hunting worms all day
To feed young that will soon
Fly away
To a land far south
Where they’ll play
While the morning sun
Brightens the day.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
The world has come
And
In the process of go
Where
I don’t know
I’ll follow along
And
Hang on tight
For I’ve nowhere else
To go
Not tonight.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Rain flows, thunder roars
Skies dark
The world holds its breath.
A storm races through
Her heartless devastation clearly shows
Nature knows what she can do.
Later the skies will clear
The sun will shine
Birds glide on breezes
Blowing softly in blue, blue skies.
All is clear
The storm’s destruction
Has disappeared.
Everything is calm
We have weathered another storm.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
Powerful feelings
potent times
Master the transition from ordinary
To the perfect time.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
No writing this morning
no words to be said
everything left on my pillow
the words, they slipped
right out of my head.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
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