The World Spins

The world spins 
Swirls around 
How we stand up is
Extremely profound. 

Not a sound is heard 
It’s all underground 
Just spinning thru space 
How exciting 
How profound. 
~ Patrice  

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021

Fingers Trudge

Fingers trudge
across the page 
feeling
the paper’s texture 
smooth
hardly any grain. 

Will the pen 
fill the lines
printed
on this page 
or
will it be vacant 
unused
crumpled
thrown away? 

Fingers hesitate
and then 
pick up trusty pen
and say 
words that fill this page 
with all they want
need
to say. 
~ Patrice  

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021

My Heart Aches

My heart aches 

Surrounded by people 
who think me stupid 

My heart aches 

For these people have judged
convicted me of dumb behaviour 

My heart aches  

At the moment I see no alternative 
it must be true 
I have no saving grace, no saviour 

My heart aches 
~ Patrice  

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021

Disappears

Metlakatla Indian Residential School Students
Indigenous students attending the Metlakatla Indian Residential School.
(Credit: William James Topley / Library and Archives Canada / C-015037)

Taking hold, making clear 
the world has become 
a place where
no one hears 
the cries of those lost 
those
that have disappeared 

Bring them back, hold them dear  
for it is up to us 
to make our earth whole  
where everyone has a path
can be heard and never again 
disappears. 
~ Patrice  

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021

Quiet

Living in the
Quiet 
Listening to the solitude 
Feeling all emotions 
Surface. 

Maybe tomorrow will be
Riotous 
But for now living today
Where all is
Quiet. 
~ Patrice  

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021

Glorious Day

Glorious day 
tremendous times 
In the clouds 
reeling
from the heavenly rays. 

Tomorrow
will be such a different day 
but for now 
I’ll stay
in the arms of love 
on
this beautiful, glorious day. 
~ Patrice  

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021

Why Have I

Why Have I
Listened to the wind
Blowing in my ear? 

Why have I
Tried to give back the gentleness
Life has served? 

Why have I
Cried when a sad song
Comes on? 

Why have I 
Not always felt 
That I belonged? 

The answers to these questions 
I don’t know nor can I tell 
For they’re written on a slate
Hidden deep and very well. 
~ Patrice  

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021

Hectic

When things become
Hectic 
And out of place 
Step back, deep breath in 
Move slowly
At a snail’s pace. 

The welcoming of plenty 
The loss of all things 
filled with empty 
Can sometimes overwhelm you 
Leaving only a place crazily  
Hectic. 
~ Patrice  

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021

No Writing

No writing this morning 
no words to be said 
everything left on my pillow 
the words, they slipped 
right out of my head. 
~ Patrice  

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021

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Nursery Rhyme

 

 

 

 

 

Dismal failure
comes to mind 
when I recite
a simple
nursery rhyme. 

They speak of laughter
a joyous time 
while in my heart
cries of disaster 
no merry
nursery rhyme. 

Dark place
that’s what I feel 
what comes to mind
reciting
nursery rhymes. 
~ Patrice  

 

 

 

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021