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We Have Met

December 13, 2019

Patrice Clarkson's Blog

Loving ~ Photo by Jennifer Clark

We have met, we have seen
Nothing ever will come between.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2015

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No Matter What Happens To Me

December 12, 2019

 

Lion and Rhino Standoff ~ Pastel Art by Patrice

No matter what happens to me
the world will turn on into its destiny
flowers will bloom, bees be busy
nothing matters except the going
the moving from what has
to what will be.

Save your breath for breathing
your words to speak adoration
of the heaven that has given all
just for you
asking nothing in return
only wanting to be.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

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I Am Who I Am

December 11, 2019

Blue Jays Game ~ Photo by Patrice

I am who I am, the best I can be
Don’t worry or fret

Don’t marry insanity.
~ Patrice

Sky Walkers ~ Photo by Patrice

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Snow Comes Flying Down

December 10, 2019

Snowfall ~ Photo by Patrice

Snow comes flying down
laying waste to brown ground
swirls, banks of white
blowing on into night.

Hiding the sun, the moon
making all the landscape
a stark sight
enveloping the earth
like a giant cocoon .

It may be tomorrow
all will melt
til then enjoy the scene
and later
remember how it felt.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

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No One Knows

December 9, 2019

Boyne River at Old Mill ~ Photo by Patrice

No one knows nor do they care
mainly
mainly just because
they weren’t there.

Cause it all to be forgotten
Left behind
pages wrote, time sodden
with the tears of those
left behind and forgotten.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson ~ 2019

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Had A Dream Today

December 6, 2019

Patrice Clarkson's Blog

Had a dream today
All my problems they just floated away
No need to agonize
No time to feel remorse
Immersed in happiness my course
Set far from sadness
Can’t remember any heart retching tale
Only gladness on this happy trail.
~ Patrice

Spring Lilacs ~ Photo by Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2015

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Seldom Do I See

December 5, 2019

Thor on the Trail ~ Photo by Patrice

Seldom do I see the likes of you
heading down the same path
as me.

We talk and laugh, pass the time of day
never once thinking what has happened
yesterday.

This moment is all we have
Never looking forward to what may come
in future days.

Then I’ll smile, you’ll laugh as we part
no longer sharing the same path
on our separate ways.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

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