Lifting Up My Head

Lifting up my head
my arms, my heart 
seeing all that could be 
seeing nothing 
that is 
empty, lost. 

Maybe tomorrow 
in the early morning light 
all the answers I seek 
will be before me 
holding me
with unprecedented love
oh so very tight. 
~ Patrice  

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022

Heaven Help, Heaven Hold

Heaven help, heaven hold 
the lost, the angry, the destitute
leave no one behind
let no one be lost
in the depths of heartache
at
all costs.

I have seen your light
I’ve reached, taking hold
embracing all it’s warmth
it’s love
for an eternity
untold.
~ Patrice  

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022 

Spring

I feel
The flesh of my skin 
Warming
To the now coming
Spring 

I see
My legs run
Across a path 
Laden with flowers 
Beauties of
Spring 

I hear
A call echoing thru
my chest 
Of geese making their flight 
To reaches north
In the now here
Spring 

No more
To wonder 
No more to wish 
My body knows winter is lost 
Chased away 
By beautiful, glorious
Spring. 
~ Patrice  

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022

I Seek But Will I Find

I seek but will I find 
The lost, hidden 
The divine. 

No path is shown 
No way is clear 
Trudging onward 
Holding on to thoughts 
Of what may be
Near. 

Maybe passed by
Shrugged off
Not
Realizing 

Sometimes
Good things 
Stand 
Being there for me
To embrace 

Hiding
In
Plain sight. 
~ Patrice  

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022

Once Again, Once More

I feel the heartache
I feel sadness in my soul
Lost and left
I watch
Those trying to climb out
Of deep depression
Once again, once more.

In tomorrow
Will the sun shine again
Will the streets flow with laughter
Will things
Be ever right
Once again, once more?
~ Patrice

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020

Love Is Never Lost

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Love is never lost
Only left behind or put in a place
Where it can’t grow.

Sow love seeds so dear
Nurture, care
Watch love grow.

No needy nor neglect
Let love grow in your heart
Don’t let it be, ever lost.

For this you’ll know
As you watch it grow
Love can never, ever be lost.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2016

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Lost

Forbidden virtues
Hidden, lost
Make my life
Chaos
No reprimand
No solicitous time
Just lost
Lost.

Maybe tomorrow
The sun will shine
Maybe then I’ll see
The light
The reason so sublime
All will be ok
Right
In my not tortured mind.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2020

Melancholy

 

 

Melancholy raining, dripping down
No obvious reason can be found
Spreading cross the quiet landscape
Resting briefly on a innocent face
Then running down
On tears of those lost, wandering round.

Maybe someday a bright sun will shine
Dark, foreboding clouds pass
Dissipate and show guiding lights
Til then only melancholy
Can be found
Reigning so profound.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

Words

Words have gone
Lost, forgotten, laying strewn
Across a uncaring lawn.

No time to pick them up
No time to remember
What has been forgot.

Words were said
Yet no one remembers exactly
Or just what.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

Tied In A Knot

Stomach tied in a knot
Don’t know what is, what’s not
Blessed be the ones
That know their path, their way
No one need show.

Me, is it me alone
Doesn’t know the way
Can’t see the trail
Lost in woods dark and travail
Calling out is of no avail.

Breath in, breath out
Calmly think, think it out
The way is there
The signs will show
Just stop, look, see
Then for sure, you’ll know.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019