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I Don’t Have To Do Anything

March 18, 2020

Quite Thoughts ~ Photo by Patrice

I don’t have to write anything
Nor do I need to say
Kind or bitter words
I don’t have to do anything
Today.

Maybe tomorrow
In that different day
Things will be different
They’ll change from
What I do today.

But tomorrow
I’ll deal with it on that day
Because I don’t have to
Do anything, anything
Today.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson -2020

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The Virus Spreads

March 17, 2020

Monarch Butterfly ~ Photo by Patrice

The virus spreads
Rearing it’s ugly head
All across
An unsuspecting land.

No one knows
Where it will go
Only know its come.

It’s infectious spread
Crosses
Across a frightened land.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2020

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Holding Still, Holding Fast

March 16, 2020

Holding Still ~ Photo by Patrice

Holding still, holding fast
Waiting, waiting For the terrible, the bad
To pass.

Then the sun will shine, rivers flow
Lives will live, love and give
To all they know.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2020

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In It’s Grip

March 13, 2020

We’re ‘In It’s Grip’ but not the weather. Stay safe and well

Patrice Clarkson's Blog

Ice Storm March 24, 2016 ~ Photo by Patrice

In it’s grip
It’s grip so tight
Hearing ice crack
As limbs fight to stay aloft
In the cruel, bleak night
Sparks shoot into the sky
Wires break, electricity dies.

We wait for help, to understand
A world changed, transformed
Across our little plot of land.
No cell phone works
No lights come on
Except from generators
Throttled up, throttled down.

While chainsaws roar cross the land
We do our best
To clean up, to understand.
~Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2016

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The Beginning, The End

March 12, 2020

Little Racing ~ Photo by Patrice

Can’t see the beginning
Nor the end
Looking for the answer
Not knowing the question.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2020

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Heartache Felt

March 11, 2020

Catlady's House coming down - Photo by Patrice

Heartache felt
Across the world, the land
Will everything be right
Again?

No remorse, only sorrow fills
The body of the man
Lost to the family he once loved
In his home, his homeland.

No more laughter fills the air
Only fracture, anger, loneliness
Despair
Misery shared.

The kiss of love turned to death
Same tomorrow
No future
No one cares.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2020

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The Answer

March 10, 2020

Morning Glories ~ Photo by Patrice

I don’t know the answer
Or
The way

Only thing I can do
Is have faith
And
Move forward
On my path

Hopefully

It is the answer
It is the way.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2020

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