Nothing To Say

Nothing to say, not today
No one comes, no one says
Anything relevant or astute

But then

I look outside and see
The world in all it’s beauty

Snow drifting by
Trees standing proud
Birds flying round

That’s when I realize
There’s nothing more to say
It’s already said

I just need to sit back
Enjoy this spectacular scene
This journey, this ride

I’m lost for words
My heart does sigh.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

Those Who Lost The Fight

I hold up my hand
In gratitude to all those
Who lost the fight
The battle which had
No score.

Win or lose was the choice
Nothing else, no more
I too, will travel down that road
And at the end
To be no more.

There I may find that
Win or lose is not the choice
It’s to live
Forever more.
~ Patrice

Patrice Clarkson – 2019

Let Me Settle Down

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Let me settle down
My anger now is very, very profound.

You took a life, meant nothing to you
Just something in your way
With a swipe, you took a life away
Didn’t miss a stride nor did your heart skip a beat
You went on like nothing bad marked your soul
Or was there blood on your saintly hands
You smiled, laughed, no trace upon your angelic face
Of the death someone has to face
A death you caused, you alone.

It may have been just a little creature
Living life in the space you called your own
You crushed the breath from that creature’s chest
You ground your shoe in the sand
Leaving no trace of a life
That may have been so grand.

Life is precious
Intertwined with all we see
Combined to grow, prosper alongside one another
Whether we walk, run, leap or crawl
You’re not alone nor can…

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Morning Doves And Evening Grosbeaks

Morning doves and evening grosbeaks
Ever wonder why the names they got
What they seek?

And how come blue jays cry?

While chickadees speak
Crows caw?

Truth is, that too
We don’t know why.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

Remember Me?

Remember me?
Remember when?

When the world was round
The sky a vibrant blue
And you and I were love so true

Remember?
Remember me?

I remember you.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

Quietly I Walk

Slowly, quietly I walk along the path
The winds and curves are treacherous
Stones and rocks stand out to trip
But finding soft ground
I tread the gentle path
For the entire world can be seen
In this winding way
My own living way, my lifelong path.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

Everything Doesn’t Seem

Everything
Doesn’t seem
What its suppose to be
Everything is chaotic, messy
Heading
For a catastrophe.

Now
I come on the scene
And what is my job
My destiny
To clean up this mess
Straighten out this disastrophe?

Or
To be just happy
Just me
And the chaos, messy
Will settle
Be what its suppose to be.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019