Lighting strikes a hummingbird
As she sits, sleeping in the night.
Thunder crashes
Wind wails
Rain weeps.
No right is done
When tragedy screams thru
A dark, unforgiving night.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Posts Tagged ‘photo by Patrice’
Lighting Strikes A Hummingbird
September 9, 2014
I Don’t Need To Write Each Day
September 5, 2014
I don’t need to write each day
Nothing says I must, I may.
Not only of heartache do I tell a written tale
With knowing words that ache
As t’s are crossed and hope is there and all I’ve got.
But still, no one, nothing says
I must, I may write these words
Swirling in my head.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
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Everything Is Precise
September 4, 2014
Everything is precise
All is exact
In a world perfect
But not the one I live in or want to
To be precise, to be exact.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
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Why Not Forgive
August 28, 2014
Why not forgive, let it go
For you know
The pain is only yours
They don’t care or know.
Don’t let them live
In your heart and soul.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
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Chart Your Dream
August 27, 2014
My Heart Wonders
August 22, 2014
My heart wonders where you’ve been
Loved you, lost you, can’t begin.
Anger, sadness creeping in
Gentle kindness hidden somewhere then.
Feel the touch of hearts afire
Smouldering eyes, full of desire.
No one knows where it goes
Bumpy, hilly, soft or kind, rocky crevice ours to find.
Now must go where hearts do flow
No troubles, no big or little cares I’ll know.
For you see, you’ll be in my dreams tonight
Full of love, wonder, so much delight.
There with trembling lips we’ll gently kiss
Sharing loving, sweet night bliss.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
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Feeling The Fruits Of My Malay
August 21, 2014Feeling the fruits of my malay
Pulling there and this way
Struggling to be free, struggling to be me
In this fight that wants to control
The very essence
That makes up this body and fills my soul.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
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Getting Old
August 19, 2014
Getting old
Is not for the mild or meek
Tough road lies ahead bolstered
From those already dead.
Aches and pains constant
Even if only in your head
Hip replaced, arteries clogged
Fingers arthritic and sometimes
The mind is just a smog.
That’s when you think of yesterday
Fill your heart with thoughts
That only knew life in a form of play.
Getting old
Will or won’t take those times away.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
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Bright Sky Glistens In The Trees
August 12, 2014
Bright sky glistens in the trees
Flowers reach and bees consume
Nectar rich in sweet, sweet bounty
Gentle smells, sounds relaxing
When breezes carry ease to me
The mighty sun looks down
And sees.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
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This Day, This Day Is About To Be
August 8, 2014
This day, this day is about to be
Whether happiness, heartache it will be
Greet it with joy
Greet it with ecstasy.
For the next day, tomorrow
May never be
You see this may be, the last day
The last day you see.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
