Archive for the ‘My Musings’ Category

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My Face

June 14, 2019

Patrice Clarkson's Blog

Mom and Twiggy ~ Photo by Patrice

Each morning now I greet a face
A stranger, I don’t remember
Back in time or space
An older woman surprises me in the mirror
Each morning, when
I wash her face.

When did she get here?
When did she arrive?
When did she replace that young girl?
Who greeted me in the mirror
As I
Washed her face.

Glad she’s here
Glad she survived and got thru
All the world put on her plate
When I think about it
I’m glad she took that young girl’s place
The one who used to
Wash my face.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2015

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You Don’t Know, I Don’t Care

June 12, 2019

Perplexed Deer  ~ Photo by Patrice

You don’t know
I don’t care
Everything else
We must share

No one told me
This is the living I’ll do
Expressing kindness
Harmony and gratitude

You won’t come
Take my place
All the goodness done
Can be easily erased

So bless yourself
Pick your teeth
The world will turn
Regardlessly.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

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How Did You Know

June 5, 2019

Cardinal Wondering ~ Photo by Patrice

How did you know the things
The things that you told
How did you know?

Did someone tell you
Did you hear a voice
Screaming in such a way
You had no choice
Do you know?

Did you feel the feelings
That expressed the words
Even you didn’t know
How do you know
Do you know?
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

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I Know The Difference

June 3, 2019

Martin River Morning ~ Photo by Patrice

I know the difference
Between frozen and tropical land
I know light is not dark
And dark is not light.

I know the difference
Between morning and evening light
The difference is obvious
They are not alike.

But the in-between is hazy
Not easy to read
A conundrum it seems
For not darkness nor light.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

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I Don’t Hear Your Story Now

May 28, 2019

Blooms in a Storm ~ Photo by Patrice

I don’t hear your story now
All is oblivious somehow
Rain has poured the storyline away
Gone for tomorrow
Not to exist yesterday.

A thought comes to mind

If I think of it now
And it exists in the present
Must have been lived yesterday
And will go forward to tomorrow
Being lived all the way.
~ Patrice

© Patric Clarkson – 2019

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I Journey To My Home

May 24, 2019

Patrice Clarkson's Blog

Teddy at the farm ~ Photo by Patrice

I journey to my home
The place where I was born.

Memories past, life I did before
Some heartache, some laughing then and now.

I journey to the place
I was born, I journey home.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2015

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I Hear The Grass Growing

May 21, 2019

Spring Garden ~ Photo by Patrice

I hear the grass growing
See the leaves unfurl
No clock ticking
Telling them their journey
Their time is now due
Yet each and every year
They know just what to do.

 The reason I’ve discovered
A mind
A mastermind is holding court
Creating, making things
The way they should be
And telling them
Just what they should do.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

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