Lifting Up My Head

Lifting up my head
my arms, my heart 
seeing all that could be 
seeing nothing 
that is 
empty, lost. 

Maybe tomorrow 
in the early morning light 
all the answers I seek 
will be before me 
holding me
with unprecedented love
oh so very tight. 
~ Patrice  

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022

Hoping For A Way

Hoping for a way to belong 
belong to the day 
I see
unfolding 

Reach the morning light 
caress softly the fleeting sunset 
feel the rain 
let the wind blow 
empty
hollow thoughts away 
as
I embrace the magnificence
of an ever-changing
landscape 

This is where
I want to stand 
my feet firmly planted 
belonging 
in
this day, this world 
this land. 
~ Patrice  

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022

The Feeder Hangs

Wishing all

‘HAPPY HOILDAYS’

Staying safe and healthy each and everyday
~ Patrice

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The feeder hangs
Quiet and discreet
Waiting for company
To enjoy her treats.

No bad or evil thoughts
Does she convey
Feeding all who happen
To pass her way.

Filled up or near empty
She stands quietly there
Holding something
She lives to share.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson 2017

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Hectic

When things become
Hectic 
And out of place 
Step back, deep breath in 
Move slowly
At a snail’s pace. 

The welcoming of plenty 
The loss of all things 
filled with empty 
Can sometimes overwhelm you 
Leaving only a place crazily  
Hectic. 
~ Patrice  

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021

Sometimes I Let It Go

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Sometimes I let it go
Sometimes I don’t give it a second thought.

Sometimes I wonder what happened?
What changed your mind and erased your loving heart?

Once I was all you knew
No one else you gave a second thought.

Now indifference clouds the view
Sarcasm is the voice heard a lot
No more gentle caress, no more loving thoughts.

Didn’t happen over night
It seeped in thru empty, shallow thoughts
Taking a awful tole on our gentle, loving hearts.

Sometime turn around look back down your path
See me standing all alone, looking back.

Loving as much as I did then
In the gentle, loving days
Before the empty, shallow thoughts.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2014

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The Feeder Hangs

The feeder hangs
Quiet and discreet
Waiting for company
To enjoy her treats.

No bad or evil thoughts
Does she convey
Feeding all who happen
To pass her way.

Filled up or near empty
She stands quietly there
Holding something
She lives to share.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson 2017

Sadness Is Something

Sadness is something
Sometimes, I want to be immersed in
Crying, silently
No joy to share
Not a drop, empty, hollow
I just can’t stop the affair.

Sadness does live with me
I allow her in
She stays with me
I don’t love her much
But still she’s been a comfort
Living here, amid my lonely thoughts.

Sadness, she pulls me in
Holding, engulfing  me
In a place that’s sad
So lonely
Crying, lying deep within
Becoming such a tragic sin.
~ Patrice 

© Patrice Clarkson – 2016

Sometimes I Let It Go

Sometimes I let it go
Sometimes I don’t give it a second thought.

Sometimes I wonder what happened?
What changed your mind and erased your loving heart?

Once I was all you knew
No one else you gave a second thought.

Now indifference clouds the view
Sarcasm is the voice heard a lot
No more gentle caress, no more loving thoughts.

Didn’t happen over night
It seeped in thru empty, shallow thoughts
Taking a awful tole on our gentle, loving hearts.

Sometime turn around look back down your path
See me standing all alone, looking back.

Loving as much as I did then
In the gentle, loving days
Before the empty, shallow thoughts.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2014

So What Is It That’s So Important?

So what is it that’s so important?
What makes you strive to be the one you want to be?
The one you need to be?
Is your goal, your need empty?
Or do you fill it with promise?

Does it matter?

Your goal, your life needs to be
It is important
It does matter
It is not empty but filled to the brim with promise
Must be strived for
You can be the one you need to be.

That is important.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2014

This Is A Time When Sadness Is Ashamed

This is a time
When sadness is ashamed
We did not fulfill
All the promises that needed be.

Nothing has gotten done
Nothing, empty, hollow
Reaches out begins to swallow
All my heart wants for tomorrow.

Nothing left, just empty sadness
Weighing heavy on my chest.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2012