Cursed snow falls
Blanketing life with a dirty white
Melting in spring revealing
No more than everything
Cursed snow.
Cursed snow blows
Filling all nooks and crannies
Whistling round corners
Blowing white, blowing blind
Cursed snow.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2020
What is the cause? What is the effect?
What does it mean?
For hearts are broken, cities crumble
Crops decay
Lives destroyed.
And
In the midst of this
A sprout pops up, a giggle resonates
Thunder dissipates
Rain clears all filth away.
There is a God
There is a life
We will not disappear.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
I journey to my home
The place where I was born.
Memories past, life I did before
Some heartache, some laughing then and now.
I journey to the place
I was born, I journey home.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Every morning I open my book
Writing
The words given to me.
Every morning I think about living
Life
Free with courtesy.
Every morning I see
A different morning
One
I make it to be.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
I feel the sadness, the dying life
Into hibernation
No movement til the unfrozen
Comes back, springs to life.
Melancholy knowing
The ground will hold still
Covered in snow
And frozen ice.
Through cycles of the land
Eons of living life
The world changes showing
Birth, growing, living, dying
In seasons of life.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Why I heard the call
Is news to me
Listening to the answer
Is beyond all that makes
Me me.
Don’t know the reason
Or if it’s part of destiny
Making life an honour
Lived with all my heart
My being.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Vacant thought
Vacant lot in life
Not necessarily made totally right
By coming of night
Nor glorious morning light.
Sometimes best
To let the mind be at peace
To rest, vacant of any racing kind
Only tranquility residing
In a quiet mind,
Vacant
Of all troubling thoughts
No racing
Racing thru a night, a day, a life
A mind.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Life is
What it is
Heart full, heartless
All together
Showing us it is
Life
Life lives. ~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
Strive for life
Seek health
And feel love.
No more can one ask
No more can a heart embrace
A soul know.
No more.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
I journey to my home
The place where I was born.
Memories past, life I did before
Some heartache, some laughing then and now.
I journey to the place
I was born, I journey home.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
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