Archive for the ‘Poetry’ Category


Heartfelt Heartache

January 15, 2019

Old House Window ~ Photo by Patrice

Heartfelt heartache
Bleeding me dry
As I cry.

No cruel words
Need to be said
For flags of submission
Can be seen
Flying overhead.

I’m on a downward
Roll-a-coaster slide
Out of control
As I die.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019


Life Is A Joy

January 14, 2019

Downy Woodpecker ~ Photo by Patrice

Life is a joy
Nowhere is there room
For sadness
Heartache nor doom.

If you see that
All comes to be
Just what
Just what you need.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019


Never Known Where I Belong

January 11, 2019

Patrice Clarkson's Blog

Rottie Pups ~ Painting by Patrice

Never known where I belong
Seems to me my whole family
Is just wrong.

Why? Why?

Neither does my love’s
Seem willing to embrace
Me strong.

Why? Why?

I don’t know where I belong
Wherever I go
The same seems to apply.

Why? Why?

Am I from another earth?
Do I belong in a time
Gone by?

Can’t say
Don’t know what’s wrong.

Or should I just understand
The world belongs to those
That accept different as they are
Part of the woven web
Is what we are.

We belong, we belong
I now know where it is I belong.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2015

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January 10, 2019

Winter Water ~ Photo by Patrice

Riches found, riches in every way
Looking out onto riches
To the end of the day.

Riches are all I see
Riches free
Riches for you, for me.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019


My Heart Is Open

January 9, 2019

Whale's Tail Beach ~ Photo by Patrice

My heart is open
My mind is free
To become everything I need to be.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019


I Have To Go

January 8, 2019

May 24th Celebration in Jarvis ~ Photo by Patrice

I have to go, I mustn’t stay
The world moves on there is decay

But beneath the depths
A spirit cries loud and clear

Bring your best
I’ll hold her safe, I’ll hold him dear.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019


Only Thru The Looking Glass

January 7, 2019

Looking Thru the Looking Glass ~ Selfie

Only thru the looking glass
Can I see what resides
Resides inside of me.

Only thru the looking glass
Will I be able
Able to be free.

Only thru the looking glass
Can I really
Really be me.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

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