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



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

If I do not seek
I will not learn.
If I do not learn
I will not grow.
If I do not grow
I will not be
The kind of person
I want the world
To see.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012