Stingrays flying
In a most beautiful place
In awe, inspired by their beauty, their grace.
Leaping from the sea
Are they jumping in fear
Running from danger beneath the waves?
Not known for sure
For they may be just washing mites
From their smooth, dark face.
Stingrays flying
Leaping
With a particular ballet grace.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
There I am in my robe
Watching closely as the earth disrobes
All it’s ugly, nasty things
Rising up in beauty
Filled with summer and with spring.
Winter’s cold, bitter hate
Melted here, no distaste
Only warm, fulfilling beams
Creating more lovely dreams.
Bless the ground I stand upon
Know it gives me faith true and strong
Trusting I’ll be here long after
Spring flowers fade and go
But memories of what has been
Or yet to come
Will hold my own sheltering robe so tight
That I know I will be safe
On earth’s soft ground tonight.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Spring will come and be spectacular
Leaving behind winter cold and white
No more fighting for
Warmth in long days of brilliant sunlight
Can’t wait for you to arrive
To be basking in
Your freshness, beauty and majesty
All things alive.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
In the morning
The sun does rise
Spreading warmth, beauty
Across the skies.
Mine to behold
Mine to see
Mine to be part of
Forever, into eternity.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Never understood
How you could walk away
Never turning round
To even say
A kind goodbye
Never understood.
Can’t figure out why
Why it made me cry
Wish with all my heart
I too
Could leave and maybe die
Never understood.
Not now in that awful moment
Moved on and found
The world a lovely place
Full of treasures, beauty, grace
Making all that heartache
Pass away
That, I understand.
But in brief moments
Of some days
I think of you
And still
Can never really understand.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson ~ 2013
When I look out and see magnificence and beauty
I wonder
Why heartbreak has to be.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson .com
Imagine
Today is your last day.
What would you say?
Where would you go?
What would you see?
Would it be beauty
Or misery?
I don’t know
Can’t see
But hope I’d make it
The best day to last me
An eternity.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
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