The hearts of men and every woman
Beat, pound a melodic rhythm
Breath taken in, breathing out
Lungs expand and eyes look about
Fingers touch a soft, gentle ground
As feet run full speed all around.
All this done with not a thought
Of how to do it or where it starts
For life begins and only stops
When the end has come
And the heart, it stops.
~ Patrice
© PatriceClarkson – 2018
I have known, you’ve seen
Beauties of the universe
Soft, gentle
And pristine.
May they flow
Thru tomorrow
Out to all
Directions in-between.
May their
Gentleness and kindness
be all we feel
All we need.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
My hearts a mess
There is no rest
No peace, no quiet.
Racing, racing on
Racing fast
How will I ever last?
When can I see
Peace
Quiet and dignity?
When will I feel
My heart pump
A slow, soft, quiet thump?
Can’t hold on
Can’t see
How I got here, how to leave.
All I see is
My hearts a mess
There is no rest, that’s all, all I see.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Snow has fallen
Blanket soft and white
Caressing slumber
In a quiet night.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
The hearts of men and every woman
Beat, pound a melodic rhythm
Breath taken in, breathing out
Lungs expand and eyes look about
Fingers touch a soft, gentle ground
As feet run full speed all around.
All this done with not a thought
Of how to do it or where it starts
For life begins and only stops
When the end has come
And the heart, it stops.
~ Patrice
© PatriceClarkson – 2018
Grace reveals a gentle kind
Holding love for all mankind.
No remorse or fathom angering
Just love, grace and kindness.
Revealed to all filled
With soft, loving mindfulness.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
My hearts a mess
There is no rest
No peace, no quiet.
Racing, racing on
Racing fast
How will I ever last?
When can I see
Peace
Quiet and dignity?
When will I feel
My heart pump
A slow, soft, quiet thump?
Can’t hold on
Can’t see
How I got here, how to leave.
All I see is
My hearts a mess
There is no rest, that’s all, all I see.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
Snow soft and white
Piling up
Has been all night.
Quietly falling
Covering
Blanketing all that shows.
The sun will rise
Shining bright
On snow covered fields
Blessed
With a insulating layer of white.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Snow has fallen
Blanket soft and white
Caressing slumber
In a quiet night.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Delicate, soft and tender the world needs to be
Yet holding it’s own with necessity.
Focus, focus on the realm of goodness
Discarding, never ever looking, seeing devastation surrounding thee.
Delicate, soft and tender that’s what you need to see
And surely be.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
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