A Wall Of Many Trees Stand

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A wall of many trees stand
Stand in front of me
There may be a way
Around
Squeezing thru, in-between.

Many trees stand
Protecting me
From what dwells beyond
Unforeseen.

Canopy overtop, shading
Letting only a few rays
Of burning sun thru
To drop.

Taking the impact
Of a lightning strike
Hear the thunder crash
As a mighty tree falls
Out of sight.

Little ones will take its place
Loved
Nurtured by large ones
Standing, guarding, protecting
In this place.

As full circle round
Does nature go
Where many trees stand
Like a wall
All in a row.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

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I Saw A Firefly

Last night I saw a firefly
it lit up
the whole damn sky.

Yes, last night
a tiny fly radiated light
made
a bit of darkness bright.

Last night when I saw a firefly.  
~ Patrice  

@Patrice Clarkson – 2023

What I Think And What I Tell

What I think
And
What I tell
Big difference
I’m sure
You as well.

Somethings are meant
To be left in the dark
Not spoken of
Not given a chance
To step out
And
Stomp on
A frail, fragile heart
~ Patrice 

@Patrice Clarkson – 2023

My Heart’s Memories

My Heart does break
My soul knows
The past has gone
It exists
No more.

Times remembered
Times
From long ago past
Have faded in my memory
But
I thought
They’d last and last.

The land has covered
Over
The lane we used to walk
Trees died
Their stark bodies bent
Cracking in the wind
While bushes have overgrown
Where happiness
Should’ve been.

Surrounded
By empty, barren fields
Flourishing weeds covering in
What used to be
Fertile land growing crops
That
Nurtured creatures
Way back then.

Only memories
Now
Only fading memories
Of what was but not now
Or
Ever again.
~ Patrice

@Patrice Clarkson – 2023

I went back after several years, to the place where I grew up.
The place where I had many happy times and wonderful memories.
I was overwhelmed to see what time has done.

Words

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I go to write
Listening for the words to form
Pictured in my mind they come
They take their form
On the page they rest
Now said, now wrote.

I thank the presence
That brought them to my mind
Formed the thoughts to convey
And then
Without another word
Quietly slipped away.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

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Bright Beautiful, Sunny Day

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A deer came by my window
She stopped. looked me in the eye
She flicked her tail, twitched her ear
As she listened for danger near by
Then on down the path she went
No longer seen by me
Disappearing into the woods
On this bright beautiful, sunny day.

A few minutes later as I was off to run
There she lay, mortally injured
Unable to run
She heard my voice, so near, so close
Her tail flicked, her ears twitched
She tried once again to run
But her eyes were closed
Nothing worked and there she lay
Dying slowly, dying
On this bright beautiful, sunny day.

A woman in a big Ram truck
Slowed up just to pass the time of day
Not seeming to notice
A deer dying, on the side of the road
Nor if I had called the police
I had, they came, they put her away

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Don’t Know

Totally don’t know
What to say
Maybe later, later in the day
All will be clear
All
Understood  
And
I’ll know, know what I should say 
I surely should.  
~ Patrice 

@Patrice Clarkson – 2023

Thoughts

Thoughts come, then they go

Some back to where
They need to go 

Others stay in my mind 
Developing, expanding, growing
Growing.  

So what do I do? 

Follow thru
Or
Leave them
To fester, to stew? 
~ Patrice 

@Patrice Clarkson – 2023

Heaven Help Me Understand

Heaven help me understand
All the thoughts
Going through my mind 
My hands. 

Are they real
Are they
Something I’ve done
Should do? 

Which ones are right
which ones should I leave 
What ones do I need 
I understand? 

All these thoughts in my head 
Are they in
Within
My command? 
~ Patrice 

@Patrice Clarkson – 2023

Do You Know Me

Do I know you? 

Do you know me? 

Do you wake in the night
Wondering how I could be? 

Is your first thought in the morning about me? 

Your last question as your eyes fall asleep
Is it, is it all about me? 

I didn’t think so
I knew it wouldn’t be 

Cause I never think of you
And
You don’t know me.  
~ Patrice 

@Patrice Clarkson – 2023