Quiet

Quiet
Quietly moving past eternity
Into depths full of ecstasy.

Pause
Step forth into your realm
Saturated with the crown
Of great things done and to do.

All
All this, this is you.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2013

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

Crisis Crunch

Crisis crunch
Not a blessed thing I can do
Master anger here in charge
Not letting anyone disregard
All this mess spread about.

Anger, frustration
Does abound
Method used is not the one
Must change my options
Find someone who knows
Quiet, elegant all
Those wonder times.

Spend it there
Make it like a nursery rhyme
Full of happiness all the time
All the time
Make it a blessed nursery rhyme.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2013

The End Of Day

 

 

 

 

 

 

The end of day
Must make way
For the darkness
Of night.

Must believe
We will be alright
Chartering a course
Thru the blackness
Into board daylight.

We will be alright.

Travel light, focus
And you’ll be arriving
To the morning
Blessed for having
The quiet restfulness
Of a good dark night.
~ Patrice

 

 

 

 

 

© Patrice Clarkson 2013

Sometimes I Cry

 

 

Sometimes I cry
Other times
I laugh hysterically.

Sometimes quiet
Takes over me.

How I respond
To the happenings
In my life
Is totally up to me.

Enjoy
Enjoy your life.
~ Patrice

 

 

 

 

© Patrice Clarkson – 2012

Small And Quiet

 

 

Small and quiet
Liberal and free
I’d like to think
This is me.

Smile a lot
Exercise and be
Part of the world
That likes to be me.

No one can do things
Just like me
So celebrate, rejoice
In being me.
~ Patrice

 

 

© Patrice Clarkson – 2012