I’ll hold you
Til my heart burns out
My lips not speak
And
My eyes won’t cry.
Then and only then
Will I let you go
Free
To be in eternity.
I’ll still be there
And
Together we’ll share
A love so strong
Not a word or a universe
Can keep us apart.
For you, you see
Will always be
A burning
A burning in my heart
For me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
There I am in my robe
Watching closely as the earth disrobes
All it’s ugly, nasty things
Rising up in beauty
Filled with summer and with spring.
Winter’s cold, bitter hate
Melted here, no distaste
Only warm, fulfilling beams
Creating more lovely dreams.
Bless the ground I stand upon
Know it gives me faith true and strong
Trusting I’ll be here long after
Spring flowers fade and go
But memories of what has been
Or yet to come
Will hold my own sheltering robe so tight
That I know I will be safe
On earth’s soft ground tonight.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
May the trees survive winter
Blossom in the spring
Sending forth life
Giving all, nourishing.
May the sun rise in the morning
Rest asleep at night
To come up the next morning
Bringing warmth, love
And fields of waving buttercup delight.
May the seeds dropped in fall
Spring, rise, growing tall
Spreading roots out for nourishment
Leaves reaching up, growing
Til the fall.
May the wind blow breezes
Both strong or gentle
And then not at all.
May they bring on currents
Moisture, rain to quench
The thirst of everyone
Everyone, everything and all.
May, may we live
May we live us all.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
You haven’t seen
All that needs to be seen
You haven’t heard the sound
Of a bird laughing
You haven’t been able
To show the world as one
No fractures
No acts hostile nor kind
No
That’s because
You’re not the one.
You’re part of the fibre
Enmeshed in it all
You are one of many
You are different
And still the same
You are loved and loving
In a sweet refrain
Sung by one
Who does it all
And
We don’t even know
His real name.
~ Patrice
Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Having a hard day
Sleepless last night
Thinking all that angers me
Keeps me up at night.
Not mine to control
Not mine
Yet I struggle
Struggle to let go.
Happiness evades me
Anger, frustration
He said
She did.
Why can’t they see
They’re not right
And I’m in the wrong place
Not where I want to be.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
No one said
You have to be perfect
The best you have to be
That’s up to you
That’s for you to see
Cause all you can do
Is be the very best you
You want to be.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Sweet water greets those flying from the south
A long time since said goodbye
Now spring beckons them to our house
Heavy, sweet ruffled feathers
Shook out to contain some heat
Refilled from drinking that that’s sweet.
Tiny and big spring flowers bloom
Holding up their coloured petals
To the sun and to the moon
Sweet nectar deep inside
Lavish feast for who knows where it resides
Hovering there in spring.
Welcome back my little summer friends
Who harrow spring and winter’s end
Let summer too be about to begin
Trust your journey was a easy ride
On currents blowing up
On south’s humid tide.
We’ll share the warm summer’s breeze
You’ll drink sweet water
Til leaves begin to fall
Then on currents you’ll fly away
Drinking sweet water on your way
Back to a warm, south southern day.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
I can’t be scorned, belittled or debased
I am alive, I have survived
And
I know, know what I need to do.
~ Patrice
Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Another idea came to mind
Popped into my head
My mind
Write it down, ponder it
Express it
Make it become
A reality.
Cause if I let it be
It’ll wander and fade
To a fleeting thought
That once lived
Briefly
In my mind
In my psyche.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Don’t let me be the one
The one that cries out lies
Never happy with her life
Always, always helping no one.
Don’t let me be the one
Who sees nothing pure or good
Looking every time
To the bad, the sad
Let me be not that one.
Let me be the one
Who sees beauty in everything
Feels life in the wind, earth and sky
A presence who just can’t
And won’t be denied
Let me, let me be that one.
~ Patrice
Patrice Clarkson – 2019
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