Clouds boil black across the sky
hiding goodness, laughter
beneath an unforgiving land
the sun can’t shine nor rivers flow
there is no time for kindness to be bestowed.
Maybe tomorrow
or
the day after that
brightness and laughter
will replace all this awful crap.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
I can see the words
They tell me of the time
When hearts were loved
And words all rhymed.
They tell me of the joy
The majesty and triumphant gladness
No casting of badness
No broken bones
Or hearts lost in a world
Filled with madness.
These words they fill the place
With love, beauty, grace
I accept the honour
Bestowed here upon me
Of seeing life with words that
Never conquer
Just for the sake of me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
I can see the words
They tell me of the time
When hearts were loved
And words all rhymed.
They tell me of the joy
The majesty and triumphant gladness
No casting of badness
No broken bones
Or hearts lost in a world
Filled with madness.
These words they fill the place
With love, beauty, grace
I accept the honour
Bestowed here upon me
Of seeing life with words that
Never conquer
Just for the sake of me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
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