Working Thru

In the midst of working thru 
What bothered me
In the dark, dead of night 

Frightened, scary, morose 
And all those things
That I need not care about
Nor harbour in my heart 

Not now 
Or in the still 
Dead quiet of the night 

No, I need not. 
~ Patrice  

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022

I Paint A Face

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Every morning I paint a face
The one I want to show
Moving thru the day
With beauty and with grace
I apply colours sometimes
In vibrant broad, happy strokes
Other times I can’t help
The lines are blue
They weep, they cry
Hues blended in a colour
That represents the reason why.

 A smile I paint upon that face
Covering the worried lines
The anger
I hope not to find
Each morning I paint colours
To show love, beauty and grace
There on my face
With a special brush that covers all
The tired, frightened lines
I paint
Every morning I paint a face.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2016

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Today Is A Sad Day For Me

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Today is a sad day for me
Today was the day I knew in my heart
My mom was dying.

Nothing, nothing I could do
Or say would stop it
This I knew in my heart
But not my head.

Anguish, fear, frightened
Looking for the answer
That would save her
Keep her here with me
Sadly, not to be.

Not once did I think
That maybe she had had enough
And wished to go
Oh no.

When I look back on this day
I see it was all about me
My feelings, my hurt
My need to have her here with me.

I said Goodbye that day
While deep inside, my heart knew
My head refused
Believing we’d have more, more happy days.

That inner voice, my heart
It knew
It knows the future and has lived the past.

She passed
She passed the next day
My mom, she…

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I Paint A Face

Every morning I paint a face
The one I want to show
Moving thru the day
With beauty and with grace
I apply colours sometimes
In vibrant broad, happy strokes
Other times I can’t help
The lines are blue
They weep, they cry
Hues blended in a colour
That represents the reason why.

 A smile I paint upon that face
Covering the worried lines
The anger
I hope not to find
Each morning I paint colours
To show love, beauty and grace
There on my face
With a special brush that covers all
The tired, frightened lines
I paint
Every morning I paint a face.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2016

I Wonder What Was It Like

I wonder what was it like
When I was born
Did I cry right away
Or was I compelled?

Did I know what had happened
Was I frightened to be out
Of the only world I’d known
Did I even know where I was?

The answers I don’t know
No one left to tell
Gone are the memories
I may have once held.

The business of new life
Took over and I cried
Sad to be leaving
The soft, warm womb
Where my mother kept me
Safe and alive.

I may not remember
No one left to tell
But I know I was born and
With love I was held.
~Patrice

 

© Patrice Clarkson – 2014

Bright The Day

Bright the day that brings me light
Illuminates my path, my rights.

Stepping into brightened day
Basking in the guiding sun
Warmth of those
Whose love holds me steady
On my path, my lightened way.

No darken soul
Frightened, weakened by remorse
Feelings, wrongs done no more
My path is lit, my light is bright
Onward, upward with my guiding light.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2014

Today Is A Sad Day For Me

 

Today is a sad day for me
Today was the day I knew in my heart
My mom was dying.

Nothing, nothing I could do
Or say would stop it
This I knew in my heart
But not my head.

Anguish, fear, frightened
Looking for the answer
That would save her
Keep her here with me
Sadly, not to be.

Not once did I think
That maybe she had had enough
And wished to go
Oh no.

When I look back on this day
I see it was all about me
My feelings, my hurt
My need to have her here with me.

I said Goodbye that day
While deep inside, my heart knew
My head refused
Believing we’d have more, more happy days.

That inner voice, my heart
It knew
It knows the future and has lived the past.

She passed
She passed the next day
My mom, she passed away.
~ Patrice  

© Patrice Clarkson – 2014

Charged With Energy

Charged with energy
Moving making way
Bowing to an entity
I did not hear or say
Answering questions
I never did not ask
Frightened
With fervor on my face
That which I cannot mask.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2013

Dawning A New Day

Deadly night giving way
To joy of a dawning new day
Darkness swept away.

Bright, clear light
Soothing frightened spirits
Embracing tattered souls.

Raising up their kind hearts
Holding til they alone can do
Tragic loss gaining something new.

Be kind, be felt
For you in turn
Shall do.
~ Patrice 

© Patrice Clarkson – 2011