Fingers Trudge

Fingers trudge
across the page 
feeling
the paper’s texture 
smooth
hardly any grain. 

Will the pen 
fill the lines
printed
on this page 
or
will it be vacant 
unused
crumpled
thrown away? 

Fingers hesitate
and then 
pick up trusty pen
and say 
words that fill this page 
with all they want
need
to say. 
~ Patrice  

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021

Fill The Store

Fill the store
Empty the heart of things vicious
Tearing you apart 

Please go 
Please depart 

Let the sun shine in 
The love to flow 
The world know you are gentle  
All good things fill 
Your store and loving heart. 
~ Patrice  

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021

Hear The Silence

Hear the silence
Feel the quiet expanse
Fill it with all of you
All of yourself.

Peaceful existence
Beauty in living a loving life
You can do it
But not all alone
Not all by yourself.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

Delicately Said

Delicately said
The words come out
Saying things
Leaving no doubt.

There is a God
He lives right here
His breath is felt
He’s very near.

Words said
Heal a broken heart
Like falling rain
Never to be lost again.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2018

Rambling On

Rambling on using words to fill the pause.
~ Patrice

 

 

 

 

© Patrice Clarkson – 2013