I’m Still Here

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I may no longer
Be firmly in your presence
I may be a memory now
Only a thought
A time in your life.

But I’m still here
In that thought
or a glint in your eye
A soft word spoken
To show, to guide.

No longer can I caress
With a hand you can see
But I’m here
Feel my breath as the breeze
Blows gently
That’s me.

Hear my heart
Now silent beat
When you see
A beautiful flower
A tree bend in the wind
Hear me.

No sad words need to be said
Over top of the berth
I now call my bed
For I have gone
To a place full of grace.

Kindness, radiant
Loving light fill this world
I’m now in
Gentle ones share, care
They hold me in.

Please don’t despair
Because I’m no longer there
In a form you’ve known
For I’m here
I’m still here.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2016

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Show Me If I’m Right

Show me if I’m right
And even if
I’m wrong.

Let the path direct me
Where I need to be
Right or wrong.

See the skies
Hold me on the earth
So strong.

And when my days
Are finished
Carry my soul to that world
Where I belong.
~ Patrice

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020

What Will Be The Answer

What will be the answer
what will happen here
will we rejoice with happiness
or
will all wonder disappear?

So many gone
so
many not here

I wonder what the answer is
and
will I be able to accept
what I hear?
~ Patrice

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020

Failing To See

Failing to see
The reason
Failing to see
The beauty
In all the majesty
Surrounding me.

More so what
Has happened
What I know
To be.

It may be
Tomorrow
I’ll step within
The beauty
All the majesty
Surrounding me.
~ Patrice

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020

Questions Asked

Questions asked
answers came
not
the ones expected
but
ones needed
all
the same.

In the light
of
tomorrow
the
focus will be
on
changing
quandaries
to
answers
so
no questions
will remain.
~ Patrice

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020

We All Sit Here

Patrice Clarkson's Blog

We all sit here
Giving not a thought of summer’s hot
Seeds drop here and there
We flutter about with what seems
Not a care
Blissful in winter’s coat
We peck and munch
No time to crack a silly joke.

Santa’s’ coming soon
We hear
But to him we don’t give a care
For we see him
Flying in
Bringing packages
None which
Are for me, you, I or him,

We just sit here
Eating seeds
Life’s good it appears
It seems.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2016

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Stories Told

Stories told
Are the stories
I tell.

Are they true
Or did I just say words
That make the story
Told well?

Secrets revealed
Bad parts left out
Who knows
How can you tell?

Embellished or truthful
Telling a tale
To remember.

Not because
It’s told correctly
But told well.
~ Patrice

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020

When I Hear Your Voice Calling Me

When I hear your voice
calling me
the world comes to a stop
all that’s possible
is now
unconditionally to be.

You never need
to explain
I know you’re there
for me
and when I hear
your voice calling

I know the world
is listening
holding it’s breath too
wondering what
the calling
will bring to me.
~ Patrice

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020

Taste The Scent Of Life

Taste the scent of life
Seeking to live in a chaotic world
With no stress nor strife
A feat some think unsurmountable
But possible if you taste
That scent that brings
All possibilities to life.
~ Patrice

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020

No One Hopes

No one hopes disaster strikes
nor are they sure
things will turn out right.

But they do their best
to make things better
trying to see
the good in all things
good, bad or just alright.
~ Patrice

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020