I Know You Haven’t Seen

I know you haven’t seen
The world I see
Know you most likely
Don’t really care.

But to me, it’s everything
It’s my world, my life
My very being
I live it everyday
I wake up wondering
What the universe
Will bring me today.

Will I laugh, will I cry
Or just be silent as I watch
This world come
Take me on a journey
You’ll never see
It’s mine
It belongs only, to me.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

I Want

I don’t want
To talk about bad things to come
Not about people
Who have succumb to treacherous lives
No weeping
Wailing can disguise.

No, I want
To talk about how my heart soars
My voice roars the beauty of things
And the gentle kindness
A good heart brings.

These,
These are the things
I want to hold
These are the things
I want to be told.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

My Brother

Miss you still ❤

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My brother has passed away
Leaving a hole
A void so deep that stays.

No laugh, no hearing his chuckle
No ‘Huh?’ accompanying
His incredulous, questioning smile.

No feeding the brown or the black cat
All memories now
No more, no more of that.

Now my brother, sleep quiet, sleep sweet
Rest now my brother for evermore
In heavenly peace.
~ Pat

© Patrice Clarkson – 2015

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Amazing

Amazing

How the earth does turn
How it all seems so serene and firm

Amazing

That we don’t fall off
How we can fly high, high in the sky

Amazing

That the oceans deep give us food
Give us nourishing water sweet

Amazing.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

I Hear The Howl Of A Lonesome Wind

I hear the howl
Of a lonesome wind
Winding thru the trees
Branches, limbs.

Leaving all to chance
She sweeps across the land
Blowing with her
Good fortune, losses
But nothing that holds on
That can withstand.

Her mind is elsewhere
A place she came from
Wandering
Whistling she searches
For that time long ago
When she was so young.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

A Wall Of Many Trees Stand

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

Sadness Is A Part Of Me

 

Sadness is a part of me
Loss of one so very dear
To me
Gone a long time ago
But no one told me
I didn’t know.

Her heart was pure
Her soul glowed bright
I can see her smile
Her gentle nature
Such a delight.

In the years
That have passed
We talked little
Distance, time
Seemed to be an
Impasse.

But you were there
I was here
Sharing a love so full
For horses, boxers
And a mate who
Completed, giving all.

Now must accept
Gone to be in heaven
Where with all who
Have gone before
Happily sharing laughter
Memories by the score.
~ Patrice

Rest in peace my Friend Carol – Oct. 6/18

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019