Archive for the ‘Look Back Friday’ Category

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The Method Is Exquisite

June 23, 2017

Patrice Clarkson's Blog

The method is exquisite
The outcome unpredictable
But that is the thrill of life
Live it.
~ Patrice

Morning Glories ~ photo by Patrice

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Sadly, Secret Murky Tiled

June 16, 2017

Patrice Clarkson's Blog

Sadly, secret murky tiled
No hope, destitute merciless bile
Twist, turn fight and bat
Get to where the strength is at

Mess, mired deep down in
No way open can’t begin
Mutter, sputter rage and fume
Makes no difference

The rose still blooms.
~ Patrice

Wild Rose ~ photo by Patrice

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The Winds Of Change Are Changing

June 2, 2017

Patrice Clarkson's Blog

The winds of change are changing
The known is not here
We all believe in the future
We all want it to be right here.

The winds of change are changing
Bringing the future back to here
Everything we’re holding
Everything so oh so dear
Will soon be far, far in the rear.

The winds of change are changing
The present soon too, far in the rear
The future before us
Hold it close, hold it dear but
Never forget those we cherish
They’re now in the rear.
~ Patrice    

Stormy Road ~ photo by Patrice

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Sadness Fails

May 26, 2017

Patrice Clarkson's Blog

Old House Window ~ photo by Patrice

Sadness fails 
Crashes 
Hear
The wails. 

Monster crawls 
Full of regret 
Finally getting 
What he should
Get. 

No remorse 
Pity none 
Turn the page 
Forget
The rage. 

Sadness can
No more 
Be part of
Hate. 
~ Patrice  

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The Smell Of Lilacs Ebbs And Flows

May 19, 2017

Patrice Clarkson's Blog

Lilacs ~ photo by Patrice

The smell of lilacs ebbs and flows
Over my senses
Taking me back in time
When life was slow
And in pastures green
Children laughing, playing
Running past the stream.

Sweet scented lilacs are my time machine.
~ Patrice   

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I Saw A Hummingbird Amongst Snowflakes

May 12, 2017

Patrice Clarkson's Blog

I saw a hummingbird amongst snowflakes
Shattering life, no respite
Falling into spring cold and shivering
Hovering over brave blooms
As you come to make a summer home
In this land that has no way
To warm and comfort
On this cold spring day.

Fly south I’d say, then wait a day
Before braving storms to come back
To the land you can call
A summer home once more
Yes, I saw a hummingbird
Amongst snowflakes just today.
~ Patrice

Robin's Nest in snow ~ photo by Patrice

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Sometimes I Think

May 5, 2017

Patrice Clarkson's Blog

Old Car ~ photo by Patrice

Sometimes I think you don’t get smarter with age.
You just get older. ~ Patrice  

© Patrice Clarkson – 2013

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