All The Pages Are Empty

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All the pages are empty
All the lines are dry
No one hears the cries
Of a pen waiting
Waiting to tell the world
No lies.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2017

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Quietly

 

Quietly I lay 
waiting for the sky 
to take away 
all the hurt, pain 
I experienced 
yesterday 

Quietly, quietly I lay. 
~ Patrice  

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021

Holding Still, Holding Fast

Holding still, holding fast
Waiting, waiting For the terrible, the bad
To pass.

Then the sun will shine, rivers flow
Lives will live, love and give
To all they know.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2020

My Fortune Is In My Hands

My Fortune I suppose
Is in my hands
The coming and going
Of goodness, happiness
Is in my command.

No soaked coat
Laden with anger
Can cover me
Or make my way
A forsaken land.

I will, I can
See my fortune ahead
Waiting
Waiting to take my hand.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

Hoping For The Best

Hoping for the best
Waiting
Waiting for the next
Adventure to happen
Nothing says it’ll come
But
Nothing says it won’t.

Hoping for the best
Knowing it will be
A time I’ll caress
Enjoying
Nothing but the best.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

Golden Leaves Swaying

Patrice Clarkson's Blog

Golden leaves swaying
On a November breeze
Floating, cascading down
Landing on soon to be
Frozen, winter ground.

Woods are silent, hushed, listening
To the still quiet as a hunter lurks
Waiting to kill in the midst
Of golden leaves falling, raining down
Upon barren, dying ground.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2014

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All The Pages Are Empty

All the pages are empty
All the lines are dry
No one hears the cries
Of a pen waiting
Waiting to tell the world
No lies.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2017

Danger, Danger

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Danger, danger
Beware
Lurking in the dark
Standing there
Waiting, watching for the time
When the mind
Isn’t paying attention
Isn’t expecting anything
Like this awful crime
Danger, danger
Make it so it isn’t mine.
~ Patrice

 

 

 

 

© Patrice Clarkson – 2016

Herald The Coming Storm

Herald the coming storm
Dark of night enveloping
With mighty might
Crossing over land
Thundering
Making creatures cringe
While most don’t understand.

Here I am
Waiting, watching, listening
Holding on
As the coming storm
Keeps coming on.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2015

Golden Leaves Swaying

Golden leaves swaying
On a November breeze
Floating, cascading down
Landing on soon to be
Frozen, winter ground.

Woods are silent, hushed, listening
To the still quiet as a hunter lurks
Waiting to kill in the midst
Of golden leaves falling, raining down
Upon barren, dying ground.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2014