Tenderness, sweetness
Is all I can think
Til we meet again
Again.
Journeys are bold
Excursions wondrous sure
But nothing will be nothing
Until I see and you hold me.
Then and only then
It will surely be
Tenderness, sweetness
For me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
A butterfly came
To my feeder today
She fluttered and fluttered
Then flew away.
Sweet nectar she searches
And sips with a touch
No matter the flower
Sweetness a must.
A butterfly came
To my feeder today
She fluttered and fluttered
Then flew away.
~ Patrice
©Patrice Clarkson – 2012
Tenderness, sweetness
Is all I can think
Til we meet again
Again.
Journeys are bold
Excursions wondrous sure
But nothing will be nothing
Until I see and you hold me.
Then and only then
It will surely be
Tenderness, sweetness
For me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Tenderness, sweetness, butternut squash
Mystery in giving not taking back
Flowing freely
Never ever looking back.
Dogma facilitates masking slack
Not telling the truth
Only giving back.
We are one
With what we are
Shovelling shit, taking pills
For now we are feeling
Feeling bizarre.
Will this help us
Find the tenderness we crave?
Or feel sweetness, butternut squash
So far, far far away.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
A butterfly came
To my feeder today
She fluttered and fluttered
Then flew away.
Sweet nectar she searches
And sips with a touch
No matter the flower
Sweetness a must.
A butterfly came
To my feeder today
She fluttered and fluttered
Then flew away.
~ Patrice
©Patrice Clarkson – 2012
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