Cautious, calculating moving forward
In the realm of episodes unknown.
Breathtaking, wondrous love
Coming to the ones to be known.
No more heartache of all those parting
Breaking vows not yet known.
Can’t be sorry only this alone will create
A world full of beauty, this is known.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
I saw two hummingbirds
At my feeder today.
They didn’t fight
They hovered and ate
Then, just flew away.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Grateful gratitude
Thank you for your assistance
With deepest gratitude.
So helpful
Your smiling face full of grace
Mine full of gratitude
I thank you.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Silence Can Be Peace and Tranquility.
Silence,
Silence,
That is what it is to me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Ralph rides with me
Just as long as he needs to see
I know everything and how it goes.
My jeep was dying piece by piece
When a friend said
“I know of a car that just might do”
Off we went to check it out
Ralph’s red van
Left as if he’d just stepped out.
I said yes to this red van
The one that belonged to
Ralph the Man.
I feel his presence beside of me
Cause you see, for a little while
Ralph rides with me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Still Wondering
On this another day
As I haven’t found a way
To conquer all my fears
Or still the voices of distain
And sacrifice all the blame.
Still wondering
What this day has been
And wondering what tomorrow
Will unfold to bring, wondering
Still wondering.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
So much
Could happen
If I knew the reason
Why I came here
What I need to see
Need to be.
See far meadows
See trees blowing
In the breeze.
Are these
These what I need
Need to see?
Breathe in salt air
As it crashes
Sinks back
To emerald depths
In a deep blue sea.
Will I reach these?
These I need to see
Need to hear
Those I do so need?
Then a sigh
I hear, I hear
My life is right
I’m where I need
Right where I need
To be.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Husk falls, dropping to the ground
Seeds of wonder spattered all around.
Dead or dying not necessarily their fate
Taking food, taking strength
From the earth, the ground on which
They were spat, they grow and create.
Slowly, quietly up to mighty trees
Strong and wondrous they unfold
Dropping seeds that too
Like magic wonder, grow.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
The morning sun rises
On a day that’s
My brothers Birthday!
Brightly shinning sun
Waving branches on a soft breeze
Delicate opening flower petals
Gently rolling water
Snacking squirrels
And a prancing baby fawn
They all say
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!
To my brother on his Birthday.
Have a great day my brother
And may I say too
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Security upmost desired
Trying to disappear into a flowing atmosphere
No ties, just don’t understand the how, why and when.
Big hog muscling in, grasp a hold, bring it in
Stand secure with all you are and have been
For no model broken cause before it has never been.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
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