A House, A Home

In the forest I found A house, a home So profound. No windows to shed light But a cozy home, a place for respite Adorned with flowers pink and white A bell to toll when someone Strange comes lurking Late at night. A front door I can’t find Yet welcome are all...

A Butterfly

A butterfly A broken wing Crushed by things unforeseen Lying hurt, dying slow Laid to rest Amidst flowers Not near as beautiful. ~ Patrice Patrice Clarkson – 2017

Let Me

Let me lie at your feet My life in disarray Let me see you seek The good in everyday Let me feel your heart beat Goodness with every beat And finally Let me be part of all You do and say All my life In every way. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson –...

Can’t Understand

Can’t understand Why the world allows Sickness Sadness to have command. Can’t understand How we got from here To a place with no grace No gentle kind.  Can’t understand Can’t understand ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson –...