All the rest
It rests in tattered dust
No one picks it up
No one denys or condemns
Just lets it lie in dust
Almost covered up
Nearly gone from sight.
Did it exist?
Did it live and laugh?
Let it rest, let it rest
It’s work is done.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Beautiful sun glows light
Filling sky, filling changing night
Beautiful sun does
What nothing else can do
Bringing life
Conceived in the dark of night
Light rises in the sky
As beautiful sun, morning light.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Sadness is
A part of life along with heartache, chaos
Unnecessary strife
No amount of humour will make them go away
They stay
Belonging to those that breathe sadness in their day.
Sadness though
Can too, live in a heart full of love
Along with kindness, gentle touch
And
Unconditional love.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Green is green is showing thru
Leaves are leaving snow white melting too
Buds budding bringing life
Spring has sprung there is new life.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Destined to travel a winding road
Occasionally rough, sometimes cold.
Staying to the path can be hard
Any presence must be bold.
Looking at that what lives on my path
My feet move to the left, then to the right.
Forward, backward, all is and seems right
As my destiny travels the road to the light.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Sadness is something
Sometimes, I want to be immersed in
Crying, silently
No joy to share
Not a drop, empty, hollow
I just can’t stop the affair.
Sadness does live with me
I allow her in
She stays with me
I don’t love her much
But still she’s been a comfort
Living here, amid my lonely thoughts.
Sadness, she pulls me in
Holding, engulfing me
In a place that’s sad
So lonely
Crying, lying deep within
Becoming such a tragic sin.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Searching for something new
Searching amongst
The breathe of that
That I once knew.
Grasping, holding close
Memories I loved
See them fall away
Replacing now all that yesterday.
Searching for
New memories untold
Searching for a new life
A new mould.
Searching, searching
But no one knows
Nor will they let it be
As of yet, let it be told.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
When all the world whirls round
When a stranger stops and bends to the ground
When the heart feels compassion for those lost, wandering around
When no one knows hunger, anger or bad attitude
When we see magnificence in this body called me
That’s
When we’ll be living heaven on earth
Heaven on earth is where we all should be.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Marching on
Thru the wind, the rain
All’s the same
But
Do I gain ground or just march
March on, march on.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
In it’s grip
It’s grip so tight
Hearing ice crack
As limbs fight to stay aloft
In the cruel, bleak night
Sparks shoot into the sky
Wires break, electricity dies.
We wait for help, to understand
A world changed, transformed
Across our little plot of land.
No cell phone works
No lights come on
Except from generators
Throttled up, throttled down.
While chainsaws roar cross the land
We do our best
To clean up, to understand.
~Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
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