The Truth

Is the end the answer
Will the truth be told?

No more to wonder
No need to scold

For the truth is the answer
The truth is what’s told.
~ Patrice

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021

A Little Mess Was Made

A little mess was made
And yet the consequences
Were not staged

They came in rolling waves
Bringing pain
Then peace

Breaking on the cheek
Grinding all the way
To aching, hurtful feet

Not sure what to do
Comfort, scold or
let be, let do

The consequences
When
A little mess is made.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2018

Birds Singing

Birds singing in a far tree
Silent sun’s rays breaking thru hovering
Bee doesn’t know you or me.

Tree leans to the sun as squirrels
Scurry, gathering keys
Unlocking nothing for chipmunks scold
Cussing unknown foe hiding
Waiting for them to go.

Spring day starts lasting
Into summer sun
Join the crowd travel
With them til evening comes.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2014