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
Hope is all I have
To get me through the day.
Hope that all the bad
Will disappear like yesterday.
Hope I have the strength
To stand tall and say
I am good
I am the best
I am all I need
I will leave the rest.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Holding all in my hands
Feeling your strength and power
At my command.
Journey long, journey far
See the beauty
In a single rising star.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Follow your heart. Take your time
You have a lifetime.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Bring your heart to the fight
Let it show strength isn’t all that wins
Wins the fight.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson -2015
Decisions to make
Change my life as I know it
Must make no mistake.
Decisions I make
Will be what I live with
A lot is at stake.
Decisions
Decisions to make.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Deep in the rest of sleep tonight
My soul does dream so vividly
Life is full, time is dear
Honoured by those held so near.
I awaken rested, never knowing
Time has passed
Troubles solved and circumstance
Seems not to be the threat I feared
So horribly.
No one drew or threw a veil
Upon my sight
Just goodness does
And will prevail.
I slumber now in perfect rest
No concern, no distress
Awakening to light cascading down
Upon my life where goodness
Does and will abound.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
The heart does pound
Breath does breathe
Sun rises and the moon
Seeks to shine light
On a darken place.
No one lives all alone
Everyone has a life
Everyone lives
Within their own space.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
I mustn’t tell
The things I know
Keep them secret
No one else
Should ever know.
Let them be
Secrets known only
To me
Don’t let the world see
These secrets
I keep inside of me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Each morning now I greet a face
A stranger, I don’t remember
Back in time or space
An older woman surprises me in the mirror
Each morning, when
I wash her face.
When did she get here?
When did she arrive?
When did she replace that young girl?
Who greeted me in the mirror
As I
Washed her face.
Glad she’s here
Glad she survived and got thru
All the world put on her plate
When I think about it
I’m glad she took that young girl’s place
The one who used to
Wash my face.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
 | Patrice on Quietly |
 | joannerambling on Quietly |
 | Quietly | Patrice’s… on Quietly |
| Patrice on Hold Me So |
| joannerambling on Hold Me So |
This work by Patrice Clarkson is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.
Based on work at patriceclarkson.wordpress.com.
Permissions beyond the scope of this license may be available at PatriceClarkson.com.
Patrice’s Art & Poetry Blog 