A tear drop
Runs down my cheek
Taking with it all I cherish
All I seek.
A tear wells up
Clouding my eyes
So they can’t see
The pain devouring me.
A tear drops quietly
On lips unable to cry
Any words that fit
These feelings I dispise.
A tear falls
Down my cheek
Landing on my broken heart
Whose pain won’t go away.
A tear flows down
Taking with it all love
All joy
I hoped I’d found.
I feel
A tear running down.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Quietly we breathe in the sacredness of life
For we know no other sees
The world the same
As our eyes see
Nor hear sounds of living life
Like I, me.
Sometimes we laugh
Sometimes we cry
But in the end
Life is lived
This, none other can deny.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Peeking thru the atmosphere
Quietly lying on the grass
Feeling movement in the earth
I’m one with all
At last, at last.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
A delicate flower blooms
Quietly
Seeking no fame or to be
Deemed part of majesty.
She only wants to live
And give delicately to others
Who seek her out
To fulfill their own dreams.
She holds them close
Giving everything
They in return
Help her bear fruit
While breeze dancing.
Replenishing all
She goes full circle
Dying
Growing, spring blooming.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
When I was lost, nowhere to go
She was there
This I know.
Holding still
Sitting quietly next to me
Not on a chair
But a presence
I could feel, I could not see.
Quietly she spoke
Her hand reaching out
Caressing my spirit, my soul
This being called
Me.
She told of things
That would be
She told me I would succeed
She told me, she told me
Everything.
Her voice so calm
Her touch so light
Her presence it could light
The darkest night.
An angel perhaps
A passing soul, who knows
But by my side
She lived, she stayed
She goes.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Another month starts today
Another path lies
Focused in some way
On the dream manifesting itself
In all waking, living things.
Gently, quietly step upon the step
That brings all you want, all you need
To the self that sings
Nature’s beauty
Daring, just to dream.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Snow is falling softly
gently down upon a cold
Hard bitter ground
Unforgiving in this season angry
As we struggle to be warm.
Quietly snow covers all
That harsh, hard cold
Making soft and warm it seems
This landscape filled with cold.
Blanket all the world
In white beauty bold
There til spring
The ground does sleep
While we wait for warmth
To unfold.
Springing forth in vibrant colour
Joyous singing can be heard
May we rest in quiet winter
Tucked beneath a blanket white
Waiting for spring to tell us
This is the time to spring to life.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
Little Tom Thumb
Has passed away
This I learnt just yesterday.
His brave bold heart ceased to beat
He dropped to the ground
Quietly.
Magnificence reigned from the start
He was the leader
He had the heart.
Raced pass the others
Mane flying, hooves a blur
Into history a giant you see had occurred.
~ Patrice
Rest in peace giant little man
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Watching the world in front of me
Busy, gracefully happy
It is what it is and can be.
Part of my dream, my fantasy
Not a word is said, no thunder clap
Only conveyed heartfelt courtesy.
With this and that sitting here quietly
Smiling joyfully
Watching the world unfold in front of me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Still silence stands quietly by
While my heart sings a tender lullaby
Strands of caring gently caress my soul
Now no more alone
My spirit reaches and it soars.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
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