My Birthday is near, yours was today
Without your birth
My heart wouldn’t beat
My eyes see
Or
My feet walk beneath
Blue skies and aside green seas
It’s so long ago
You ceased to be amongst us
But still
I feel your presence here
Inside/beside of me.
May we love, be forever
Mother – Daughter
Far
Far into eternity.
~ Patrice
Happy Birthday Mom!
@ Patrice Clarkson 2021
The world spins
Swirls around
How we stand up is
Extremely profound.
Not a sound is heard
It’s all underground
Just spinning thru space
How exciting
How profound.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
When I feel
The tenderness
The soft calling
From my heart
Let me begin to process
All these things
I feel
In my head
In my heart.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
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
The world whirls
Flies by
Grab a hold
Hang on
It’s going to be a wild ride.
~ Patrice
Patrice Clarkson – 2021
Of course you don’t know
The sadness, the heartache
I shouldn’t know.
You see the life
That seems to glow.
Sometimes it’s a lie
Sometimes you see I cry
But
Then if course
You don’t know.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Strange dreams populate my night
They make no sense telling stories
Of places never seen
People I know
But they are in a strange dream.
Somethings seem familiar
In an odd way
I’ve been there
But I can’t tell you
When or on what day.
I awaken quizzing
Just what was this experience
No words to describe
That strange dream experience.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson -2017
Dismal failure
comes to mind
when I recite
a simple
nursery rhyme.
They speak of laughter
a joyous time
while in my heart
cries of disaster
no merry
nursery rhyme.
Dark place
that’s what I feel
what comes to mind
reciting
nursery rhymes.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
You don’t know how I live
You don’t know
what makes me tick
all is hidden deep
beneath the facade
I keep.
Private, personal that’s where
I live
hoping fervently
you don’t peek beneath
my closed lid.
Which slams shut
whenever
I think someone’s too close
to see my flaws
secrets I keep, hide
I live.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
The lush green of summer
Is contentment in lazy, hot days
Brief showers of warm shimmering
Summer rain.
Squirrels scurry away
Hummingbirds drink all day
Sun shinning bright in a clear blue
Summer sky.
All is right
As I lie
My eyes watching summer drift by.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
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