Sometimes a memory
Sadden, falls down my face
Coming straight from heaven
It holds a special time and place
In my heart forever
Starting there, glistening
Upon my face.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Posts Tagged ‘portrait art by Patrice’
Sometimes A Memory
April 5, 2019
Voice Speaking
March 22, 2019Voice speaking, crying out
Saying things needed
Feeling all alone
Desperate to know the answer
Seeking to be free
Of ties changing, dragging thee.
Voice may be loud
Sounding almost like a horn
Blowing breath, scattering every way
Or soft and mellow
Holding dreams inside
Being safe, secure today.
Voice crying of things lost and found
Then some stored away
Voice may be laughing, bringing joy
To the day
Holding, hugging souls captured
In the voice’s lilting, loving way.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
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You Are On My Journey
June 30, 2017
You are on my journey
I’m on your path
The way, it wanders but I can see
There is no more wrath.
Quiet acceptance
Honouring you, honouring me
Moving on into each our destinys.
I am on your path
You are on my road
We pass by smiling full with love
Wondering what life does hold.
Bide your time
I’ll let it be
A wondrous world spreading out
In front of thee.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
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In The Near Future
May 15, 2015In the near future and the past
Everything was aghast.
Not so liked but tolerated
Sad to say, that was my past.
I am aghast I let it past
Say no more and move along
My life is worth more
Than a sad, sad song.
See you there
In that happy place
Full of joy, full of grace.
You will bow and I will chase
All the butterflies that giggle
And face the troubles
I’m trying to erase.
Maybe now it does not exist
Because I showed them
I will resist.
Be ye happy.
Be ye pleased because together
We brought them to their knees.
Here, in the near future
And most likely in the past
With absolute ease.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
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Voice Speaking
March 30, 2015Voice speaking, crying out
Saying things needed
Feeling all alone
Desperate to know the answer
Seeking to be free
Of ties changing, dragging thee.
Voice may be loud
Sounding almost like a horn
Blowing breath, scattering every way
Or soft and mellow
Holding dreams inside
Being safe, secure today.
Voice crying of things lost and found
Then some stored away
Voice may be laughing, bringing joy
To the day
Holding, hugging souls captured
In the voice’s lilting, loving way.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
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In The Near Future
May 19, 2011In the near future and the past
Everything was aghast.
Not so liked but tolerated
Sad to say, that was my past.
I am aghast I let it past
Say no more and move along
My life is worth more
Than a sad, sad song.
See you there
In that happy place
Full of joy, full of grace.
You will bow and I will chase
All the butterflies that giggle
And face the troubles
I’m trying to erase.
Maybe now it does not exist
Because I showed them
I will resist.
Be ye happy.
Be ye pleased because together
We brought them to their knees.
Here, in the near future
And most likely in the past
With absolute ease.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
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