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I Saw A Hummingbird Today

September 25, 2020

Patrice Clarkson's Blog

Lily a hummingbird ~ Photo by Patrice

I saw a hummingbird today
Still here, hasn’t flown away
Cold nights must take a bite
Still here
Couldn’t believe my eyes
My ears.

A hummingbird flew
To the feeder so low
Thought of emptying
Sure all hummingbirds gone
Then there she was hovering
Sitting, sipping sweet nectar
In the cold rainy air.

Still here, hasn’t started
On her long flight
Sleeping thru, keeping warm
In the cold fall nights
Drinking sweet water
Filling up to embark
On a long, arduous flight.

Maybe today will be the day
She’ll fly away
Still
I saw a hummingbird
A hummingbird flew to the feeder
Today.
~ Patrice   

© Patrice Clarkson – 2016

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Today

September 16, 2020

Today ~ Photo by Patrice

Seething in the mist
Saddened by sorrow
Struggling to say
I don’t know why I let it effect me
Today.

Maybe tomorrow
Maybe later today I’ll feel better
I’ll let it go and celebrate
Everything sweet and beautiful
I experience just
Today.
~ Patrice

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020

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No One Seems To Know

September 3, 2020

No One Seems To Know ~ Photo by Patrice

No one seems to know
nor do they understand
the way to heaven
is always open
That
it’s there
Always
at their command.
~ Patrice

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020

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Answers

August 10, 2020

Cardinal Wondering ~ Photo by Patrice

Why has it happened
Where will I be
When oh when will it move on
To the past so far behind me?

Answers
Answers I don’t have
Answers I wish someone
Would share with me.
~ Patrice

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020

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My New Pink Pen

July 30, 2020

My New Pink Pen ~ Photo by Patrice

My new pink pen

Flows along the lines
Leaving behind thoughts
Coming thru my mind.

My new pink pen

Laughs along the lines
Saying funny things
Leaving a smile on
My reader’s face.

My new pink pen

Doesn’t take no guff
It writes words needed
To tell the story right.

My new pink pen

Lays quietly on my page
Waiting for the words
To be created
Formed into lines
Sent out for all time.

My new pink pen

Has a mission
The reason she’s livin’
I give thanks for having

My new pink pen.
~ Patrice

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020

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Thinking About The World Today

July 29, 2020

Golden in Trouble ~ Illustration by Patrice for Dogs In Canada Magazine

Thinking
About the world today
About all the people who have
Died
Passed away.

Most not their fault
A virus
A plague raced thru
Taking
Their lives away.

Sadness
Not gladness
Is the atmosphere
In this
Our world today.
~ Patrice

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020

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No One’s Listening

July 8, 2020

3 Faces of Foxy - Watercolour Painting by Patrice

No one’s listening
To my heart beat
Nor saying
Any encouraging ways.

When I speak
The echo goes far, far away
Even I can’t hear
It come back my way.

No one’s listening
To anything, anything
I speak or say.
~ Patrice

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020

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Why I Cry

June 24, 2020

 

Footprints In the Sand ~ Photo by Patrice

You know why I cry
You know, you know

Life would be easy
Life would be fine
If only I’d forget
Those memories that bind.

For no crying will change
What has happened
Nor make it
Not come to past.

If I lived in the present
Not thinking of the past
Never crying for
What happens in the future.

Let it come
Let it past
Now is my time
Now I must make it last.
~ Patrice

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020

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Feeling Lonely And Alone

June 18, 2020

Flintstone House - Photo by Patrice

Feeling lonely and alone
Trapped on a treadmill
Going nowhere
Not back home.

Heart is broken
The sky blue
Tears fall
Masked as rain.

 Dropped by a hand
Who doesn’t blame
Anyone
For the shape I’m in.

Only suggests
I must stop, turn around
And
Begin again.
~ Patrice

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020

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Remember When

May 28, 2020

Jackal ~ Illustration by Patrice for Holt, Rinehart and Winston's reader, 'Flights Near And Far'

Remember when a laugh and smile
Were the only thing that made
The day’s itinerary song?

Remember when laughter
And carefree days lasted
All year long
The thought of winter didn’t
Come to mind
Didn’t come along.

Then there was when
A door opened up
And seriousness came along.

No smiles, no laughter
The whole day long
Winter winds blew
And the heart was frozen
In sadness
Crying was the only song.
~ Patrice

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020

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