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Nothing Really Happens Til

February 3, 2023

Patrice Clarkson's Blog

Rising Fiddle Head ~ Photo by Patrice

Nothing really happens
Til something moves
Takes control.

Nothing really happens
In the morning bright
Til eyes open
Letting in streaming sunlight.

Nothing really happens
Til words are spoken
From a mouth open
Speaking things we need to know.

Nothing really happens
Til feet move
Heeding the mind’s signals
And control.

Nothing really happens
Til we let Mother Nature
Let nature have the reins
And we let go.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

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Our Best

January 27, 2023

Patrice Clarkson's Blog

Amaryllis ~ Photo by Patrice

We look to do our best
To see the best
And live a life of no unrest.

Sometimes it works
Sometimes we fail.

But in the end
we live, we love
We follow our destiny’s trail.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

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My Heart Beats Soft

January 20, 2023

Patrice Clarkson's Blog

Mr. T and Me ~ Photo by us

Slowly hearing
My heart beat soft
Taking in the beauty
Beneath, within
And
Aloft.

No words spoken
No words need said
For all is explained
In a beat so soft
Inside
Instead.
~ Patrice  

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

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Snow Falls Silently Down

January 13, 2023

Patrice Clarkson's Blog

Winter Snow ~ Photo by Patrice

Snow falls silently down
Snowploughs roar
Spreading sand, salt
Across roads far around.

Oblivious birds sit in trees
Hunkered down
A fox yips, a crow cries
All says
A winter’s day is on the rise.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

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I Do Remember

January 6, 2023

Patrice Clarkson's Blog

My Mom ~ Photo by Patrice

I do remember
Your loving grace
The innocent smile upon your face
Your strong embrace.

I do remember
Shelter in a troubled world
Your ability of slowing down
A hectic pace.

I do remember
A simple kind gesture
Sweetness on your face
A peaceful existence.

All this I do
I do remember.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

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When I Heard You Calling Me

December 23, 2022

Wishing all Happy Holidays and a very Merry Christmas! 😀

Patrice Clarkson's Blog

Mom and Dad

When I heard you
Calling me
My heart stopped
It skipped a beat.

Tell me why
I can be alone
Lost without you
Near me.

You make me whole
A life to love
With arms wrapped
Around my soul.

Your heart, my heart
Filled with love
Together always
In everlasting love.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2018

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Snow Flies

December 16, 2022

Patrice Clarkson's Blog

Snow Storm ~ Photo by Patrice

Snow flies
And we answer
Why? Why?

Blizzards blow fierce white
Changing darkness
Into a brilliant seeing night.

Cold with icicles
Dripping down
Covering a frigid, frozen ground.

Rivers run underneath
A covering of ice and snow
Sometimes more than a foot deep.

We live thru this
We
We do exist.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2018

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Things Happen

December 9, 2022

Patrice Clarkson's Blog

Summer Torrent of Rain ~ Photo by Patrice

Things happen
I don’t know why
Placing me in places
Sometimes sad
Sometimes I even cry.

Then the heavens open up
Raining down
Blessings warm and bountiful
Covering everything
Everything all around.
~ Patrice

Patrice Clarkson – 2018

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Thoughts And Memories

December 2, 2022

Patrice Clarkson's Blog

Rottie Pups ~ Painting by Patrice

Thoughts and memories
Come into my head
Some beautiful
Some filled with dread.

I think of them and then
Let those memories go
Back to the place where
All memories need to go.

There to stay til drawn again
To the front of my mind
To relive and live
Those memories one moe time
One moe time again.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2018

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I Heard The Wild Goose Call

November 11, 2022

Patrice Clarkson's Blog

Poppy in Remembrance ~ Photo by Patrice

I heard the wild goose call
I heard her plaintive tone.

I bowed my head in honour
Of all those left
Left alone.

On the field of war and anger
In the battle
No one wins alone.

I heard the wild goose call
Come
Come bring your brave soldiers home.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2018

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