Morning rises clear and bright
Dismissing all that plagued the night.
Optimism reigns supreme
Knowing what must be done
Here in the morning sun.
Clouds may hinder passing light
But don’t forget the morning bright.
This is new, fresh and clear
Make it right my morning dear.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
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
Succumb to nothingness
Drop into the abyss
Slender is the chance
I will survive all this.
Tolerance doesn’t know
Where to step in
Or even if
It still exists.
My sadness knows all this
Crying out the name
The name of one
Who can change, change this.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Sometimes the world will cry
Sometimes, sometimes
Sometimes the rain will wash away
The hurt, the anger and the pain
Sometimes, sometimes
Sometimes I need to say
I’ll cry but only for today
Sometimes, sometimes
Sometimes
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Gone into the wonder of the moment
Delving into the presence I feel
No heart beats just a moment
No heart can repeal
The sound lost from the moment
It’s just a wonderful wonder of a moment
Allowing me to feel.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
My heart goes out saying
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday.
Your time with me has passed away
Still on this day I say
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday.
Memories are such they stay
Playing in my head, singing
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday.
I’ll follow my route, my path
Knowing you’re alongside me
And on this day, I’ll turn and say
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday.
~Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
When I die and go to bed
Let me lie and not instead
Listen to the world around
Singing happy, coursing songs.
Let me not beneath the soul
Hear a call of some callous foe
Let me think of not just dread
When I die and go to bed
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Nothing really happens until I decide to live the life given
No one else is responsible for anything of mine
My part must be played
Paramount above everything.
Look to yourself
Look within, inside
Answers are there
Waiting to be tried.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
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
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
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
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