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The Words

October 11, 2019

Patrice Clarkson's Blog

Ancient Mexico ~ Photo by Patrice

The words sit silent
Waiting to take a place
On a page, part of a sentence
A paragraph
Or just fill an empty space.

Never know what they are to be
Where they’re coming from
Placed upon the page
Uttered
From a pulpit
Graced by the shinning sun.

No matter, there they come
No longer waiting
The words have found their purpose
Their place, on a page, a paragraph
A voice
Greeting the morning sun.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2015

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The Coldness

October 4, 2019

Patrice Clarkson's Blog

Fall Leaves ~ Photo by Patrice

The coldness covers and blossoms
Amongst dead and dying leaves
No heart is safe from these icy fingers
Embracing you, embracing me.

Covering, spreading across the land
Bringing cold some won’t withstand
Then it’s gone
Gone from the hidden, sleeping land.

Replaced by warmth growing
Flowering in the meadow, blooming in a tree
Another season guides life to expand
Spreading across this land
Thats’s in front of me.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2015

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Hummingbird

September 27, 2019

Patrice Clarkson's Blog

Last used Sept. 22/15

Hummingbird safe on your journey be
Many pleasures I’ve had watching ye

Time has come and I must let it be
Trust your flight south is a safe journey

In the cool fall light you make yourself ready
Ready for that long flight

Flower to flower do you fly
Sharing pollen, drinking til dry

Maybe next summer I’ll see you again
Humming beneath flowering stems

Drinking sweet nectar alongside some bees
Enjoying the warmth and raising a family

Right now though, all I see is a hummingbird
Getting ready for that phenomenal journey

Wishing you safe, wishing you well
Make it there and please, come back as well.
~ Patrice  

Note: As I finished writing this poem and rereading it out loud out on our deck, a hummingbird came up so close i could feel the air movement from her wings on the side of my head. She hovered…

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Sadness

September 20, 2019

Patrice Clarkson's Blog

Carlos ~ Watercolour Painting by Patrice

Sadness lingers giving a sad taste
Mental anguish holds memories in
Sadness’s wake.

This too will pass in future’s time
Overshadowed
By weeping and sad crying.

For now I hold my sadness near
All that’s left
Of one life so dear.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2015

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Hearing The World Turn

September 13, 2019

Patrice Clarkson's Blog

Rising Fiddle Head ~ Photo by Patrice

Hearing the world turn
Is
A wondrous thing.

The magic of the morning
The breath of spring
Calling forth summer and all that it brings.

Fall’s bounty feeding
Getting ready for the cold of winter
Snowflakes hiding everything.

My breath goes in and out
Taking in all these things
That are about.
~ Patrice  

© Patrice Clarkson – 2015

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When I Hear Your Voice

September 6, 2019

Patrice Clarkson's Blog

Puppy Love ~ Photo by Patrice

When I hear your voice
My being melts and does rejoice
Heaven, earth move a little closer
When I hear your voice.

When I hear your voice
No sudden happening
Is either sad or profound
When I hear your voice
I’m settled, I’m calmed down.

When I hear your voice
No heart is moved as much
No success can mean as much
As the sound of my world slowing down
When I hear your voice.

When I hear your voice
Feeling joy all around
When I hear
Hear your voice creating love
With it’s singing, wondrous sound.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2015

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Today

August 16, 2019

Patrice Clarkson's Blog

Ursa ~ Photo by Jennifer Clark

Today
Is a day unlike any other day
Filled with life
Filled with strife
And too, things nice.

Must make it my day
Do it my way
And at the end, at the night
I’ll look, see what a wondrous day
Was given to me.

Then I can peacefully sleep
In anticipation of what
The day
The next day
Will bring to me.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2015

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