The Smell Of Lilacs Ebbs And Flows

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The smell of lilacs ebbs and flows
Over my senses
Taking me back in time
When life was slow
And in pastures green
Children laughing, playing
Running past the stream.

Sweet scented lilacs are my time machine.
~ Patrice   

© Patrice Clarkson – 2013

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I Saw A Hummingbird Amongst Snowflakes

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I saw a hummingbird amongst snowflakes
Shattering life, no respite
Falling into spring cold and shivering
Hovering over brave blooms
As you come to make a summer home
In this land that has no way
To warm and comfort
On this cold spring day.

Fly south I’d say, then wait a day
Before braving storms to come back
To the land you can call
A summer home once more
Yes, I saw a hummingbird
Amongst snowflakes just today.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2013

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Wouldn’t It Be Nice

Wouldn’t it be nice
If the world laughed
No one cried and in the sea
No fish, no lives
No one
No one died.

Wouldn’t it be nice
If the world turned
Looking at itself
Making no excuses, no lies
Just told the truth
With open-hearted sighs.

Wouldn’t it be nice
If the world alone
Gave all the happiness
Needed to survive
Holding everyone in a grasp
So tender, so alive.

Wouldn’t it be nice, Wouldn’t it be nice
~ Patrice

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© Patrice Clarkson – 2017

Tomorrow

 

 

 

 

He died today
But really
Tomorrow.

We said goodbye
With such
Great sorrow.

No heart could
Break
As much as ours.

We sobbed and sobbed
We knew there would be
No tomorrow.
~ Patrice

 

 

 

 

 

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Will I Show You Who I Am

Will I show you who I am
Will I reveal the face
I know I’ve been?

Will the lines of tomorrow
Be etched
Across my taunt skin?

Will the ones
That happened yesterday
Be still there
In a full or forced grin?

I don’t know the answer
Cause you see
I don’t know who I’ve been.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2017

The Answer Came To Me

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The answer came to me
Not in a flash of light
Nor as a wave crashing in the night
That those past lives lived
Come to us in a way
So simple and so straight away
They come in our DNA.

We remember things gone by
And don’t know why
But the reason is
They are in our DNA.

Such as when you think
You’ve been here before
Think again
For you have been
It’s all written in your DNA.

They tell us what we need
What will make us pleased
It’s all there in our DNA.

When you think you’ve been
In this situation once again
It’s most likely true
The blueprints shows us
Thru and thru all that’s written
There in our DNA.

Why we laugh and grin
Why we cry and don’t know why
The answer is in no other place
It’s our saving grace
There within for eons…

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Are Our Thoughts Real

Are our thoughts real
Or dreams we lived
In bed at hight
Moving thru
An existence surreal
Living as life.

Are the things we see
Real or imagery
Will they move in life
Or just be known
Seen
In the realm of night.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2017