I haven’t stopped to understand
Haven’t known which way
Is at my command
All seems so hard
To comprehend, to understand.
Please let me know
The knowledge needed
The way be seen
For without this where will I be
Except the same place
I’ve always been.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Focus on the present
Live in today
Pay attention to what’s happening
Still remembering yesterday.
~ Patrice
©bPatrice Clarkson – 2019
A deer came by my window
She stopped. looked me in the eye
She flicked her tail, twitched her ear
As she listened for danger near by
Then on down the path she went
No longer seen by me
Disappearing into the woods
On this bright beautiful, sunny day.
A few minutes later as I was off to run
There she lay, mortally injured
Unable to run
She heard my voice, so near, so close
Her tail flicked, her ears twitched
She tried once again to run
But her eyes were closed
Nothing worked and there she lay
Dying slowly, dying
On this bright beautiful, sunny day.
A woman in a big Ram truck
Slowed up just to pass the time of day
Not seeming to notice
A deer dying, on the side of the road
Nor if I had called the police
I had, they came, they put her away
I heard the shot, saw her body twitch
I saw her die on the side of the road
That deer who was outside my window
On this bright beautiful, sunny day.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Stingrays flying
In a most beautiful place
In awe, inspired by their beauty, their grace.
Leaping from the sea
Are they jumping in fear
Running from danger beneath the waves?
Not known for sure
For they may be just washing mites
From their smooth, dark face.
Stingrays flying
Leaping
With a particular ballet grace.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
For all I know
It could be not a thing
In a abyss of something.
For all I know
I’m not here.
For all I know
This is a dream
I’ve dreamt before.
But who keeps score
No one
For all I know.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Grass grows up
From falling spring rain
As nutrients blend
Into earth parched cold
From winter’s freezing reign.
Optimistic and hopeful
Flowers bud
Unfurl
To warm sun rays.
Babies of all kinds born
Guarded lovingly by
Mothers, fathers working tirelessly
Feeding open mouths
Sometimes hard to attain.
Spring has come
The air is full
With a sweet, melodic refrain.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Nobody said I had to know
Nobody knew whether
I needed to go
To a place so true
Where the sky is a radiant blue
The grass beneath soft, tender feet
Welcomes all
And holds them safe
Need not go to another place.
Nobody knew
Nor did they say
What would happen in a place
So full of beauty, dignity
And quiet grace
That I know, I’ll live, I’ll see today.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
When I felt your heart next to mine
When I saw my life and yours intertwined
My soul was full and so sublime
When I was yours and you were mine.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
I don’t know what’s to be
Not my responsibility
I do know I can’t be afraid
Of the future nor remorseful
Of my past destiny.
My duty to me
Is to combine what I don’t know
With what I do know
Living in the midst of that
Which is now a blessed me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
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