All the pages are empty
All the lines are dry
No one hears the cries
Of a pen waiting
Waiting to tell the world
No lies.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Posts Tagged ‘waiting’
All The Pages Are Empty
July 2, 2021
Quietly
May 6, 2021
Quietly I lay
waiting for the sky
to take away
all the hurt, pain
I experienced
yesterday
Quietly, quietly I lay.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
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Holding Still, Holding Fast
March 16, 2020
Holding still, holding fast
Waiting, waiting For the terrible, the bad
To pass.
Then the sun will shine, rivers flow
Lives will live, love and give
To all they know.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2020
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My Fortune Is In My Hands
October 15, 2019
My Fortune I suppose
Is in my hands
The coming and going
Of goodness, happiness
Is in my command.
No soaked coat
Laden with anger
Can cover me
Or make my way
A forsaken land.
I will, I can
See my fortune ahead
Waiting
Waiting to take my hand.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
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Hoping For The Best
October 3, 2019
Hoping for the best
Waiting
Waiting for the next
Adventure to happen
Nothing says it’ll come
But
Nothing says it won’t.
Hoping for the best
Knowing it will be
A time I’ll caress
Enjoying
Nothing but the best.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
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Golden Leaves Swaying
November 2, 2018
Golden leaves swaying
On a November breeze
Floating, cascading down
Landing on soon to be
Frozen, winter ground.
Woods are silent, hushed, listening
To the still quiet as a hunter lurks
Waiting to kill in the midst
Of golden leaves falling, raining down
Upon barren, dying ground.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
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All The Pages Are Empty
July 13, 2017
All the pages are empty
All the lines are dry
No one hears the cries
Of a pen waiting
Waiting to tell the world
No lies.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
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Danger, Danger
August 17, 2016
Danger, danger
Beware
Lurking in the dark
Standing there
Waiting, watching for the time
When the mind
Isn’t paying attention
Isn’t expecting anything
Like this awful crime
Danger, danger
Make it so it isn’t mine.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
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Herald The Coming Storm
November 27, 2015
Herald the coming storm
Dark of night enveloping
With mighty might
Crossing over land
Thundering
Making creatures cringe
While most don’t understand.
Here I am
Waiting, watching, listening
Holding on
As the coming storm
Keeps coming on.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
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Golden Leaves Swaying
November 3, 2014
Golden leaves swaying
On a November breeze
Floating, cascading down
Landing on soon to be
Frozen, winter ground.
Woods are silent, hushed, listening
To the still quiet as a hunter lurks
Waiting to kill in the midst
Of golden leaves falling, raining down
Upon barren, dying ground.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
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