Some Days

Some days are sad
In remembering the past
The heartache and anguish
Seems to last and last.

You know yeas have passed
You know all have moved on
Yet still some days are hard
The sadness seems to go
On and on.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2018

Hearing All

Hearing all is not the same
As hearing nothing
No one to blame.

Take the course, take the way
In your head you hear
Everyday.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2018

Do I Have Something To Say

Do I have something to say
Will anyone listen
Have I gone to the past
That now lasts and ever lasts?

What will I do if the words
I spoke prove to be untrue
Will I cry
Will I speak of why?

Don’t know the answers
To those questions
Illuminating my mind.

Only know
I speak the words
That fill my questioning mind.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2018

I Heard The Wild Goose Call

I heard the wild goose call
I heard her plaintive tone.

I bowed my head in honour
Of all those left
Left alone.

On the field of war and anger
In the battle
No one wins alone.

I heard the wild goose call
Come
Come bring your brave soldiers home.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2018

Snow Has Fallen

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Snow has fallen
Blanket soft and white
Caressing slumber
In a quiet night.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2014

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Trouble Is I Haven’t Seen The Light

Trouble is I haven’t seen the light
Radiating thru the darkness
Thru the night.

No one
Calls my name
No one holds my hand.

Alone in the quandary
Where oh where
Do I stand.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2018

Do I Tell The Stories

Do I tell the stories
I know
Or do I let them go.

My heart doesn’t know
The way
The way I should go.

My spirit tells me
Feel the earth
Breathe the skies.

And the beings that live
Purely
Will guide you, they’ll never lie.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2018