The words sit silent
Waiting to take a place
On a page, part of a sentence
A paragraph
Or just fill an empty space.
Never know what they are to be
Where they’re coming from
Placed upon the page
Uttered
From a pulpit
Graced by the shinning sun.
No matter, there they come
No longer waiting
The words have found their purpose
Their place, on a page, a paragraph
A voice
Greeting the morning sun.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Sadness streams down my face
Dreams
Remembered of another place
Trying to correct wrongs done
In that other time, that other place
No help
Can be strong enough
No help to carry me away
From that sad, sad place
Today.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Tortured are the souls
I see
Writhing in pure agony.
No remorse can be seen
Only furious anger
Seething.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Hummingbird safe on your journey be
Many pleasures I’ve had watching ye
Time has come and I must let it be
Trust your flight south is a safe journey
In the cool fall light you make yourself ready
Ready for that long flight
Flower to flower do you fly
Sharing pollen, drinking til dry
Maybe next summer I’ll see you again
Humming beneath flowering stems
Drinking sweet nectar alongside some bees
Enjoying the warmth and raising a family
Right now though, all I see is a hummingbird
Getting ready for that phenomenal journey
Wishing you safe, wishing you well
Make it there and please, come back as well.
~ Patrice
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Hearing the world turn
Is
A wondrous thing.
The magic of the morning
The breath of spring
Calling forth summer and all that it brings.
Fall’s bounty feeding
Getting ready for the cold of winter
Snowflakes hiding everything.
My breath goes in and out
Taking in all these things
That are about.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
When I hear your voice
My being melts and does rejoice
Heaven, earth move a little closer
When I hear your voice.
When I hear your voice
No sudden happening
Is either sad or profound
When I hear your voice
I’m settled, I’m calmed down.
When I hear your voice
No heart is moved as much
No success can mean as much
As the sound of my world slowing down
When I hear your voice.
When I hear your voice
Feeling joy all around
When I hear
Hear your voice creating love
With it’s singing, wondrous sound.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Cold is my heart
As I face the darkness
Brooding there
In the deep bottomless dark.
No remorse comes
To save me
No salvation
Takes my heart.
Just cold anger
Seething
Storming in my mind
Waiting to rip apart.
Anything
That dare face me
Stand and challenge
This coldness in my heart.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
I wonder
What it is all about
I wonder
What will come about.
My heart is full
My eyes do see
Wonders
In every crack and cranny.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
When things calm down and all is quiet
The heart stirs with memories, feelings disquiet.
Hard to conceive what has happened
Hard to believe it is now reality.
Chest heaves, tears fall crying
In a crushing rain no one can believe.
Neither can anyone console
Or take this burdened load from you or me.
Yes, when all things are calm and the world seems quiet
The head, the heart are left feeling painfully disquiet.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
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