Seems
No one is listening
To what I say.
Let it go, let it be.
Resting in the knowledge
I am here, I am all
I have to be.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
Posts Tagged ‘watercolour painting by Patrice’
No One Is Listening
August 13, 2019
So Long Ago
July 16, 2019
So long ago
I wrote my lines of love for you
So long ago
I lived my life for you
So long ago
I found I didn’t know you
So long ago
I left, left before you left me too
So long ago, so long ago
I loved you.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
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Told
May 23, 2019
I’ve been unusually bold
Saying things
maybe should
Not be told.
My heart does laugh
The secrets out
Its been told.
But then again
My mind does know
Repercussions come
From places
Yet untold.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
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I Haven’t Got The Answer
May 22, 2019
I haven’t got the answer
Don’t know what is the fight
But standing, hands on hips
Feet planted on the ground
Ready to fight and stand
Stand my ground.
Fight for
What I know is good
And what I know is right
Guess that’s my answer
Guess that’s my fight.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
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Forever
April 29, 2019
I’m here
And have been before
Nothing is negative
Everything is forever more.
Shape and time may change
The world revolve
In a different timeframe
Still all is forever
Forever the same.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
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Let Me Be The One
April 9, 2019
Don’t let me be the one
The one that cries out lies
Never happy with her life
Always, always helping no one.
Don’t let me be the one
Who sees nothing pure or good
Looking every time
To the bad, the sad
Let me be not that one.
Let me be the one
Who sees beauty in everything
Feels life in the wind, earth and sky
A presence who just can’t
And won’t be denied
Let me, let me be that one.
~ Patrice
Patrice Clarkson – 2019
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Voice Speaking
March 22, 2019
Voice speaking, crying out
Saying things needed
Feeling all alone
Desperate to know the answer
Seeking to be free
Of ties changing, dragging thee.
Voice may be loud
Sounding almost like a horn
Blowing breath, scattering every way
Or soft and mellow
Holding dreams inside
Being safe, secure today.
Voice crying of things lost and found
Then some stored away
Voice may be laughing, bringing joy
To the day
Holding, hugging souls captured
In the voice’s lilting, loving way.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
