I’ve been unusually bold
Saying things
maybe should
Not be told.
My heart does laugh
The secrets out
Its been told.
But then again
My mind does know
Repercussions come
From places
Yet untold.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Posts Tagged ‘Patrice’
Told
May 23, 2019
I Haven’t Got The Answer
May 22, 2019
I haven’t got the answer
Don’t know what is the fight
But standing, hands on hips
Feet planted on the ground
Ready to fight and stand
Stand my ground.
Fight for
What I know is good
And what I know is right
Guess that’s my answer
Guess that’s my fight.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
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I Hear The Grass Growing
May 21, 2019
I hear the grass growing
See the leaves unfurl
No clock ticking
Telling them their journey
Their time is now due
Yet each and every year
They know just what to do.
The reason I’ve discovered
A mind
A mastermind is holding court
Creating, making things
The way they should be
And telling them
Just what they should do.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
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Butterfly
May 17, 2019
Butterfly
From my window I see you fly
Crossing by
Butterfly
Your beauty is exquisite
Coloured a wondrous earthy brown
Butterfly
Never growing old
Nor flying far away
Butterfly
In winter’s frozen cold
You fly, butterfly
Butterfly
Etched forever in cedar wood
My very own
Butterfly
Thou I imagine one day you will come alive
Flying with other butterflies
Butterfly
To far away places, warm, full of beauty
Butterfly fly
Butterfly
That’s when I’ll say goodbye
To my precious wooden
Butterfly.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
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Words
May 16, 2019
I go to write
Listening for the words to form
Pictured in my mind they come
They take their form
On the page they rest
Now said, now wrote.
I thank the presence
That brought them to my mind
Formed the thoughts to convey
And then
Without another word
Quietly slipped away.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
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Something
May 15, 2019
The day before
Something.
Not sure what that is
But I know, know it’s
Something.
I’ll go thru my life
Living it to the highest heights
It’ll be
Something.
Then afterwards
When all is said and done
I’ll sit back and say
That was
Something.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
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Shorts
May 14, 2019
Will shorts ever be an option?
Cold winds blow frozen
Ice it seems encloses
No bright, growing spring
No warm summer sun.
Harsh, angry weather
Keeping winter coats on
In what was suppose to be spring.
No respite
Birds shivering
Tulips freezing
Babies crying
No,
Shorts are not an option tonight.
~ Patrice
Patrice Clarkson – 2019
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Feel
May 13, 2019
Feeling anger with no remorse
Feel like I’m stepping on
A unproductive, negative course.
It’s not like I will abide
In this state
But for now, I’ll let it ride.
Feel like no one knows
Nor do they care
The hurt they give
It seems unfair.
Yes, I’ll let it ride
And tomorrow, hopefully
Saner minds will survive.
Giving me a better outlook
A better feel
For those who criticize.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
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Such A Wonder To Review
May 10, 2019
Such a wonder to review
Such a time we had we two.
Nothing came to pass
That hurt or tested our resolve, our view.
Such a time we had we too
Such a wonder to review.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
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Do I Hear Your Call?
May 9, 2019
Do I hear your call?
Do I feel your presence near mine?
Now and forever after
Our lives will be intertwined.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
