Known, Unknown

Known is not known
Known anywhere

Bright, airy time goes by
Changing, blending caring
Not caring whether we know
What’s to come
Or why things were done

It’s unknown that known
To come.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

Voice Speaking

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Voice speaking, crying out
Saying things needed
Feeling all alone
Desperate to know the answer
Seeking to be free
Of ties changing, dragging thee.

Voice may be loud
Sounding almost like a horn
Blowing breath, scattering every way
Or soft and mellow
Holding dreams inside
Being safe, secure today.

Voice crying of things lost and found
Then some stored away
Voice may be laughing, bringing joy
To the day
Holding, hugging souls captured
In the voice’s lilting, loving way.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2015

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Snow Flies

Snow flies
And we answer
Why? Why?

Blizzards blow fierce white
Changing darkness
Into a brilliant seeing night.

Cold with icicles
Dripping down
Covering a frigid, frozen ground.

Rivers run underneath
A covering of ice and snow
Sometimes more than a foot deep.

We live thru this
We
We do exist.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2018

The Winds Of Change Are Changing

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The winds of change are changing
The known is not here
We all believe in the future
We all want it to be right here.

The winds of change are changing
Bringing the future back to here
Everything we’re holding
Everything so oh so dear
Will soon be far, far in the rear.

The winds of change are changing
The present soon too, far in the rear
The future before us
Hold it close, hold it dear but
Never forget those we cherish
They’re now in the rear.
~ Patrice    

© Patrice Clarkson – 2013

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Voice Speaking

Voice speaking, crying out
Saying things needed
Feeling all alone
Desperate to know the answer
Seeking to be free
Of ties changing, dragging thee.

Voice may be loud
Sounding almost like a horn
Blowing breath, scattering every way
Or soft and mellow
Holding dreams inside
Being safe, secure today.

Voice crying of things lost and found
Then some stored away
Voice may be laughing, bringing joy
To the day
Holding, hugging souls captured
In the voice’s lilting, loving way.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2015

We Are Changing

We are changing
Where we are.

We don’t see
What we’ve done.

We don’t belong
Where we need to be.

We are masking
Conceit with happy.

We are changing
Fortunately.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2015

Drifting Slowly Down

Drifting slowly down
The last of winter softly hits the ground
Melted in an instant, turning to a rain
Flowing quickly, pouring down the drain
Now just melancholy remembrances
Of a winter almost gone.

Spring emerges, quickly coming on
Banks of snow melting, feeding
Turning to green grasses that grow
In the warm summer sun that gives strength
To all the little baby ones.

Then the cycle turns again, falling onto fall
That is when we come face to face
With the coming cold winter snow
As we see the seasons change
In a ever changing show.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2014