When I Look Out To Sea

When I look out to sea 
I see you looking
looking back over
just at me 

The waves roll in
and
back out again 
bringing with them 
a message from overseas 
a message
you sent just for me 

In my thoughts I touch your lips 
say words of love 
then send them
on the wind 
over water, overseas 
to you with love 
just from me. 
~ Patrice  

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022

Have I Been Helpful

Have I been helpful, have I’ve been the best?

Looking back upon the year
What would I change, what would I let rest?

No time to dwell, no time for remorse

For I must move forward, look ahead
To the year yet to unfold
And
Anticipate it to be full of wonders
Yet to be told.
~ Patrice

@ Patrice Clarkson.com

Looking Forward, Looking Back

Looking forward, looking back
Living in the present
Trying to keep on track.

No breath is taken lightly
No heartache will
Keep me back.

Living on the precipice
Yet staying on
That beaten path.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2020

Things Change

Things change, wheels turn
Looking back is not my concern
See the path ahead
Focus on feeling
No trepidation
Remorse nor dread.

Heart holding
Embracing the best
Smile comes
Easing the way
As the sun shines on
Another brilliant day.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2020

Looking Back At Last, At Last

Looking back
You just gotta laugh
Things you thought tragic
Made life better
Later on
At last, at last.

Giving choices
Crossing bridges
Making decisions
That made you live
Live and love
At last, at last.

Looking back now
You smile
You know
You just gotta laugh
At last, at last.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2020

Looking Back, I See Ahead

Looking Back, I see ahead
The twists and turns
I must not fear nor dread
The world will come
And be before my feet
It’s up to me to go forward
To find, to seek.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

Sometimes I Let It Go

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Sometimes I let it go
Sometimes I don’t give it a second thought.

Sometimes I wonder what happened?
What changed your mind and erased your loving heart?

Once I was all you knew
No one else you gave a second thought.

Now indifference clouds the view
Sarcasm is the voice heard a lot
No more gentle caress, no more loving thoughts.

Didn’t happen over night
It seeped in thru empty, shallow thoughts
Taking a awful tole on our gentle, loving hearts.

Sometime turn around look back down your path
See me standing all alone, looking back.

Loving as much as I did then
In the gentle, loving days
Before the empty, shallow thoughts.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2014

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Looking Back

Looking back upon my life
Things seem to be
Sometimes
Not very nice.

Looking back not sure what
Got me here
Never saw but felt it near
A presence
Being absolute
Holding me with resolute.

Looking back I can’t see why
I struggled so and didn’t die
Think cause it would pick me up
Dust me off, pat me on the back
Saying words “Go ahead you’re not dead”
“Life has still a lot to offer.”

Looking back down my way
I see I didn’t walk alone
Nor did I saunter
But full stream ahead is what I did
For I had my heart, my soul
And the help a presence offered.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2015

Sometimes I Let It Go

Sometimes I let it go
Sometimes I don’t give it a second thought.

Sometimes I wonder what happened?
What changed your mind and erased your loving heart?

Once I was all you knew
No one else you gave a second thought.

Now indifference clouds the view
Sarcasm is the voice heard a lot
No more gentle caress, no more loving thoughts.

Didn’t happen over night
It seeped in thru empty, shallow thoughts
Taking a awful tole on our gentle, loving hearts.

Sometime turn around look back down your path
See me standing all alone, looking back.

Loving as much as I did then
In the gentle, loving days
Before the empty, shallow thoughts.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2014

Looking In The Mirror

 

 

 

 

Looking in the mirror
To see a reflection
Of my life
Looking back at me.

I must smile, laugh
For, forever she will stay
In my life
In a quiet, supportive way.
~ Patrice

 

 

 

© Patrice Clarkson – 2013