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

Fruits Of My Labour

Fruits of my labour 
Seem to be 
Consequences 
I didn’t
Foresee 

Maybe tomorrow
I’ll be 
In the midst
Of another day 
Straight from
History. 
~ Patrice  

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021

The Sun

The sun breaks
over a brown earth
Left as if dead from winter storms
But then
In the midst of all broke
Deemed dead and dying
Is a small green shoot
Emerging
Bringing life
To a winter weary land.

The warm sun gives life
Nurtures
The rising ones
Spring
Has come
As winter retreats
Only
On a later day
To blast
Blow once again.

The sun then rests
Satisfied
she has done her best
Thou
She too
Will be back
Tomorrow
To nurture, bring life
With a warm, radiating
Spring sun.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2020

The Early Morning Light

I wake in the early morning light
Pondering my mission, my delight
No other knows
No other can conceive
The thoughts, the words
The images that come
Only to me.

The early morning light
Can be quiet
Still as the darkness left
Or filled with joy
Sounds singing, bringing forth
The board, bright daylight.

I will lay here
In the midst of my thoughts
The grey dawn getting ever so light
I will rise, knowing
What must be done
Beyond the early morning light.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

In A World Cold

The sun shines bright
In a world cold
To hearts of trolls
Who mask dire tragedy
In the midst
Of something seen
As beautiful and bold.

No one can know
The reason why
Nor do they care
For hearts are living
To not experience
Sadness and despair.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2018