Curiously Wondering
What is to be
What will become of my world
My life
In the years to come
To be.
Will I grow old
Hair turned white
Or
Just go to sleep
Forever
One night?
Questions asked
Answers
I don’t know
Time is the only one
That
Really knows.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
Heaven help the world
Understand
There is no tomorrow
If we don’t stand and
Let nature be around.
We alone cannot supply
Our food nor make rain
Come pouring down.
Understand
We are but a small dot
In a world
Simply
Spinning round.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Hold me close, hold me tight
thru the long day
into the darkest
darkest night.
Let no one come to harm
me or mine
let the world turn quietly
without any
any crime.
This I pray, this I wish
that you hold me close
hold me tight
with all your gentle
gentle might.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
Your heart is not stolen
Until
You meet a small puppy.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
Thinking, wondering where I’ve been
And where
I’m going to go.
Then the road opens
The path seems clear
All I have to do is
Start from here.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Sleepy tired
Worry wakes me in the night
Toss turn
Feeling no sleep
As anguish plays on my sleepless stage
In a darkness with no saving light.
Maybe in the morning
All will be clear
A path opening up, a way from here to there
But tonight greeted with only so many questions
Keeping me sleepy tired
In a dim, dark hopeless night.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Quietly I lay
waiting for the sky
to take away
all the hurt, pain
I experienced
yesterday
Quietly, quietly I lay.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
Butterfly flutters
Breathing in sunlight
Going from left
To right
Landing on a flower
That feeds just right.
Beauty encompasses
Wings in flight
Staying still
Only a second
To take a taste
Of the drink of life.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
See the rings
The rings of life
See them circle
Bringing
Embracing life
Different colours
Different lines
Going round
Since
The beginning of time.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
I let them go
He held me close
No words were said
It was as if
He was a ghost.
Tomorrow may be
A different day
I hope
He’s with me
Keeping all
That’s bad at bay.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
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