When I look outside
My heart does beat
The pressure rise
A world there where all
That breathe must survive.
Beauty, radiance
Seen crystal clear
Waiting for
Another bloom
To appear.
Times can be tough
Rarely an easy ride
Still all enjoy
They do survive.
This I see
When I look outside.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Sadness fails
Crashes
Hear
The wails.
Monster crawls
Full of regret
Finally getting
What he should
Get.
No remorse
Pity none
Turn the page
Forget
The rage.
Sadness can
No more
Be part of
Hate.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Cold and freezing rain
Falls from the sky
Falls
Taking no blame.
Only pours it’s heart out
Letting drops fall
Again and again
In cold, freezing rain.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
I haven’t found the reason
Haven’t found the why
Still looking for the cause
And time is passing by.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
The smell of lilacs ebbs and flows
Over my senses
Taking me back in time
When life was slow
And in pastures green
Children laughing, playing
Running past the stream.
Sweet scented lilacs are my time machine.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Heartache
Does not survive
In a world that is alive
No remorse
Can run its course
If we not let it be.
Sadness
Has no class
Thus
We shouldn’t strive
To have it in our lives.
Happiness
Now that’s something to keep
And dwell within
Then we’ll be in heaven’s presence
Eternally.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
I saw a hummingbird amongst snowflakes
Shattering life, no respite
Falling into spring cold and shivering
Hovering over brave blooms
As you come to make a summer home
In this land that has no way
To warm and comfort
On this cold spring day.
Fly south I’d say, then wait a day
Before braving storms to come back
To the land you can call
A summer home once more
Yes, I saw a hummingbird
Amongst snowflakes just today.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Clouds thunder
Making sounds that whack
Fearful people shiver
Their hearts pierced
By a cold, wet spear
Dark black clouds blow
Souls washed away
In a heartless, driving rain.
Find shelter, find strength
Hold out your hand
Feel instead a soft gentle rain
No sounds course thru
Clouds white, fluffy
Surrounded in blue
Only a spatter of rain.
You are alright
You’ll grow
With this soft, nurturing rain
The sun, it’ll shine
Shine once again
After the rain.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Evening blends, comes alive
Making darkness
An ever changing tide
Moving in, out of places
Like water’s course
As silence’s breath breathes quietly
Watching, waiting for the conclusion
Of someone’s destiny.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Disaster has struck
Things have happened
That
Just shouldn’t be.
There is all sorts of remorse
And wanting to deny
What
Has come to be.
Maybe tomorrow will be better
But right now
That
I just can’t see.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
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