A Little Mess Was Made

A little mess was made
And yet the consequences
Were not staged

They came in rolling waves
Bringing pain
Then peace

Breaking on the cheek
Grinding all the way
To aching, hurtful feet

Not sure what to do
Comfort, scold or
let be, let do

The consequences
When
A little mess is made.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2018

My Heart Is Aching

My heart is aching
I know not why
Sleeping softly
I cry
And cry.

Remorse only
Not knowing why
My heart aches
Breaking
As I cry.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2016

Wind Blowing

Wind blowing
Hollering
Thru the trees
Breaking
Smashing
Everything it sees.

Cruel
Sparing none
Blowing all night
Til
The morning sun.

Devastation
Greets the day
All hard work
All blown away.

Nothing left
But clean up
Arrange
And hold back
Despair.

Know
The sun will shine
Once again
Life will go on
Even if the wind
She does blow
Strong.
~ Patrice

 

© Patrice Clarkson – 2014

Dear Sweet Ursa

Dear sweet Ursa is about to pass
Her love, her life has been such a large part
Of my life, my heart.

Don’t want her to go, she can’t stay
Her body’s broken
No more run, no more play.

My heart too is broken, shattered apart
Breaking to lose
This loving, loyal little rott.

I must let her go, let her pass
Her heart, her soul shall rest at last
With those already gone, already pasted.

I love you so, so hard to let go
I must, I must but this I know
You’ll live now forever
Deep inside my heart, beside my soul.
~Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2014

Hydro Out There Is No Doubt

 

 

 

 

 

Hydro out there is no doubt
Smash and crash
Is what the wind has been
Whining, howling across the span
Bending, breaking trees
Dashing dreams and all things
Seen, unseen.

Mutter, sputter does no good
Hydro out
As the onslaught marches
Destroying its way thru
Listen, listen to the howling wind
Crashing, smashing thru.
~ Patrice

 

 

 

 

 

© Patrice Clarkson – 2013