I go to write
Listening for the words to form
Pictured in my mind they come
They take their form
On the page they rest
Now said, now wrote.
I thank the presence
That brought them to my mind
Formed the thoughts to convey
And then
Without another word
Quietly slipped away.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
I haven’t got the answer
Don’t know what is the fight
But standing, hands on hips
Feet planted on the ground
Ready to fight and stand
Stand my ground.
Fight for
What I know is good
And what I know is right
Guess that’s my answer
Guess that’s my fight.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
A deer came by my window
She stopped. looked me in the eye
She flicked her tail, twitched her ear
As she listened for danger near by
Then on down the path she went
No longer seen by me
Disappearing into the woods
On this bright beautiful, sunny day.
A few minutes later as I was off to run
There she lay, mortally injured
Unable to run
She heard my voice, so near, so close
Her tail flicked, her ears twitched
She tried once again to run
But her eyes were closed
Nothing worked and there she lay
Dying slowly, dying
On this bright beautiful, sunny day.
A woman in a big Ram truck
Slowed up just to pass the time of day
Not seeming to notice
A deer dying, on the side of the road
Nor if I had called the police
I had, they came, they put her away
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Spring will come and be spectacular
Leaving behind winter cold and white
No more fighting for
Warmth in long days of brilliant sunlight
Can’t wait for you to arrive
To be basking in
Your freshness, beauty and majesty
All things alive.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Wondering what I’m going to do
Travel back in time
Or make memories all anew
Finding it hard to let go
Of thoughts and judgements
I’ve had, they just stay
They won’t go.
Heart is full, heart is fine
But it must be considerate
Of those along the way I find
Never to berate
Nor say stinging things
Be good, gentle
Moderate everything.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Nothing to say, not today
No one comes, no one says
Anything relevant or astute
But then
I look outside and see
The world in all it’s beauty
Snow drifting by
Trees standing proud
Birds flying round
That’s when I realize
There’s nothing more to say
It’s already said
I just need to sit back
Enjoy this spectacular scene
This journey, this ride
I’m lost for words
My heart does sigh
It sees all, it seems.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Morning doves and evening grosbeaks
Ever wonder why the names they got
What they seek?
And how come blue jays cry?
While chickadees speak
Crows caw?
Truth is, that too
We don’t know why.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
We look to do our best
To see the best
And live a life of no unrest.
Sometimes it works
Sometimes we fail.
But in the end
we live, we love
We follow our destiny’s trail.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Slowly hearing
My heart beat soft
Taking in the beauty
Beneath, within
And
Aloft.
No words spoken
No words need said
For all is explained
In a beat so soft
Inside
Instead.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
I do remember
Your loving grace
The innocent smile upon your face
Your strong embrace.
I do remember
Shelter in a troubled world
Your ability of slowing down
A hectic pace.
I do remember
A simple kind gesture
Sweetness on your face
A peaceful existence.
All this I do
I do remember.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
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