Sleepy, Tired

Sleepy, tired
wake up from tired sleep 
open eyes, rub the sleep right out 
yawn quite a bit 
move about
breath in, breath out. 

Wake for the day starting, begin 
sleep tonight after dark steps in 
where once again 
sleepy, tired is what is felt
begins. 
~ Patrice  

 

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021

I Paint A Face

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Every morning I paint a face
The one I want to show
Moving thru the day
With beauty and with grace
I apply colours sometimes
In vibrant broad, happy strokes
Other times I can’t help
The lines are blue
They weep, they cry
Hues blended in a colour
That represents the reason why.

 A smile I paint upon that face
Covering the worried lines
The anger
I hope not to find
Each morning I paint colours
To show love, beauty and grace
There on my face
With a special brush that covers all
The tired, frightened lines
I paint
Every morning I paint a face.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2016

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I Paint A Face

Every morning I paint a face
The one I want to show
Moving thru the day
With beauty and with grace
I apply colours sometimes
In vibrant broad, happy strokes
Other times I can’t help
The lines are blue
They weep, they cry
Hues blended in a colour
That represents the reason why.

 A smile I paint upon that face
Covering the worried lines
The anger
I hope not to find
Each morning I paint colours
To show love, beauty and grace
There on my face
With a special brush that covers all
The tired, frightened lines
I paint
Every morning I paint a face.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2016

Searching, Reaching

Searching, reaching
For something of the best.

Finding, finding
Maybe then I can rest.

Tired, tired of searching
Reaching for the best.

Even so I will continue
Cause if I stop, I’m sure
They’ll lay me to rest.
~ Patrice 

© Patrice Clarkson – 2014