The Feeder Hangs

The feeder hangs Quiet and discreet Waiting for company To enjoy her treats. No bad or evil thoughts Does she convey Feeding all who happen To pass her way. Filled up or near empty She stands quietly there Holding something She lives to share. ~ Patrice © Patrice...

I Sit Here Wishing

I sit here wishing What is Could not be. Hoping life Would be a little gentler Take pity on me. Trusting it Will get better So all can be happy. Doesn’t matter What I wish Cause life is what it will be. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson –...

Seeing The Scars

Seeing the scars Coated over Feeling, festering Oozing beneath Hurting The anger welling up To soldier on Inspire of what Lies under underneath. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson – 2017

Outside Is Cloudy

          Outside is cloudy Barring, marring My way Help is at hand But I can’t reach it Something blocks The way Turning, trying hard To make my way To the destination I know is here, is mine I’m sure today Just have to move Push...

In My Command

Holding still trying to understand The health of the world Of course nothing is in my command. Just a traveller on this ocean of life Moving up and down The good, the bad felt here in this my life. Grateful for the time given me Happy I exist, that I be Maybe...