I Paint A Face

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Every morning I paint a face
The one I want to show
Moving thru the day
With beauty and with grace
I apply colours sometimes
In vibrant broad, happy strokes
Other times I can’t help
The lines are blue
They weep, they cry
Hues blended in a colour
That represents the reason why.

 A smile I paint upon that face
Covering the worried lines
The anger
I hope not to find
Each morning I paint colours
To show love, beauty and grace
There on my face
With a special brush that covers all
The tired, frightened lines
I paint
Every morning I paint a face.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2016

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I Paint A Face

Every morning I paint a face
The one I want to show
Moving thru the day
With beauty and with grace
I apply colours sometimes
In vibrant broad, happy strokes
Other times I can’t help
The lines are blue
They weep, they cry
Hues blended in a colour
That represents the reason why.

 A smile I paint upon that face
Covering the worried lines
The anger
I hope not to find
Each morning I paint colours
To show love, beauty and grace
There on my face
With a special brush that covers all
The tired, frightened lines
I paint
Every morning I paint a face.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2016

In The Depths Of Winter

 

 

 

In the depths of winter 
You flower. 

You bring beauty and grace 
To a place filled
With cold ice, grey white
No flowers. 

Let me be that bloom
Showing love in
A cold place
Each day forever
Like that beautiful flower. 
~ Patrice  

 

© Patrice Clarkson – 2014