No more
Can no one say.
No more to hear
To see.
No more will be suffice
To carry us through this day
This night.
No more to feel
What wasn’t felt
Yesterday.
No more
Will there be
A difference between us.
No more you, no more me
No more.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022
Dead leaves fall
Blowing
In the breeze
Falling to the grass
Floating
In the stream.
Dead leaves fall
Gathering
On the deck
And
Beneath barren trees.
Dead leaves fall
While children
Laugh
As they frolic in those
Now dead leaves.
That fell
That
Fall.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020
Hearing all is not the same
As hearing nothing
No one to blame.
Take the course, take the way
In your head you hear
Everyday.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Poetry
Taken from the pages
Of anarchy
Full in the hearts of subtlety
Showing no malice is
Poetry.
Poetry
Why have you come
To be my destiny?
Nothing matters but
The throes of the heart in
Poetry.
Poetry
Anger, passion, full
Of the vacant sound coming
From that original sin
Even then
Blessed is the heart
That changes history with
Poetry.
Poetry
No one can know what
Could have been
My heart, my love and
All life has been and now
Come be within
Poetry.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
May my soul find the secrets
Hidden deep in my heart
May the pleasure never
Ever, ever depart.
May I find justice
For the things unfairly done
And may the sun shine
On all those I love
Each and everyone.
May I find the strength
To stand up straight
And not waiver
In the thoughts
That can make me see
Greatness
Greatness in all of thee.
Yes
May my soul believe
And see
All that is wondrous
In this secret place
Called me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Months, maybe a year later I can’t recall, a friend was going thru a difficult time. She was lost, spiralling. I felt she needed something to hang onto, get herself steady, stabilized. See her way out of her troubles.
One morning it came to me… Why not post my affirmations, my poetry on my blog, accompanied by my art and photos? This could be a place where my friend could come daily. Maybe to be inspired to find solutions to her troubles, know she wasn’t alone.
So, that’s how my blog began and why I came to be here.
It is my hope my words, my art and photos will bring pleasure, enjoyment and inspiration to your life.
Namaste
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
At the end of the workshop, to say thanks to my fellow journeyers, I made up postcards with a painting and an affirmation of mine on each.
Everyone in the group got their own unique card. One of the facilitators called to say thanks and said too, ‘You should do something with your poetry’.
Poetry?
I write poetry?
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Gone for a day, maybe a week
Whatever it takes to focus, to seek
A gentle mind in this life I’m living.
So you be careful, you be kind
We’ll talk when I’m back
In poetry, in rhyme.
~ Patrice
Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Poetry
Taken from the pages
Of anarchy
Full in the hearts of subtlety
Showing no malice is
Poetry.
Poetry
Why have you come
To be my destiny?
Nothing matters but
The throes of the heart in
Poetry.
Poetry
Anger, passion, full
Of the vacant sound coming
From that original sin
Even then
Blessed is the heart
That changes history with
Poetry.
Poetry
No one can know what
Could have been
My heart, my love and
All life has been and now
Come be within
Poetry.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
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