Art is a thing of
Beauty
Sweetness
Strength
Anger
Kindness
Remorse
Compassion
Honesty
and
Bliss.
Not just a Man’s name.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
Posts Tagged ‘beauty’
I Wonder What The Bird Will Sing
April 29, 2020
I wonder what the bird will sing
What beauty it’s song will bring
To a world desperate
For happy, caring feelings.
Will it create a place so safe
Warm and secure
That no longer feelings
Of anger and hate will permeate.
I wonder what that song will be
What melody, I don’t know
But I’ll listen to every note
That bird sings with such beauty.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2020
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The Caged Bird
February 7, 2020
The caged bird flies
Deep into brilliant
Blue, blue skies.
The caged bird cries
Songs of lilting love
Her sweet voice sings
Of beauty, freedom
All things.
The caged bird dies
In the midst of bars holding
Holding her in.
No soaring in blue skies
Nor lilting love songs sung
For this was only a dream
Dreamt in
A dark night long.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2020
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In The Dusky River Silence Flows
January 31, 2020
In the dusky river silence flows
Flowers shimmer along the shoals
No one knows which way it goes
Only those that climb upon the shore
Reach for heaven and nothing more.
The deer, the doe drink their fill
Watching always for threats and still
They move with poise
Knowing others come, living life
Wherever the dusky, silent river flows.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
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You Know
July 30, 2019
You know, I haven’t seen
The beauty, splendour
You talked about, you’ve seen.
Mine has been
A narrow kaleidoscope
Of all the things
Near and close to me.
And you know
You know, that’s enough
Enough for me.
~ Patrice
Patrice Clarkson – 2019
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Stingrays Flying
May 3, 2019Stingrays flying
In a most beautiful place
In awe, inspired by their beauty, their grace.
Leaping from the sea
Are they jumping in fear
Running from danger beneath the waves?
Not known for sure
For they may be just washing mites
From their smooth, dark face.
Stingrays flying
Leaping
With a particular ballet grace.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
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There I Am
April 19, 2019
There I am in my robe
Watching closely as the earth disrobes
All it’s ugly, nasty things
Rising up in beauty
Filled with summer and with spring.
Winter’s cold, bitter hate
Melted here, no distaste
Only warm, fulfilling beams
Creating more lovely dreams.
Bless the ground I stand upon
Know it gives me faith true and strong
Trusting I’ll be here long after
Spring flowers fade and go
But memories of what has been
Or yet to come
Will hold my own sheltering robe so tight
That I know I will be safe
On earth’s soft ground tonight.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2015
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Spring Will Come
March 20, 2019
Spring will come and be spectacular
Leaving behind winter cold and white
No more fighting for
Warmth in long days of brilliant sunlight
Can’t wait for you to arrive
To be basking in
Your freshness, beauty and majesty
All things alive.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019
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In The Morning
December 5, 2017
In the morning
The sun does rise
Spreading warmth, beauty
Across the skies.
Mine to behold
Mine to see
Mine to be part of
Forever, into eternity.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
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Never Understood
December 1, 2017
Never understood
How you could walk away
Never turning round
To even say
A kind goodbye
Never understood.
Can’t figure out why
Why it made me cry
Wish with all my heart
I too
Could leave and maybe die
Never understood.
Not now in that awful moment
Moved on and found
The world a lovely place
Full of treasures, beauty, grace
Making all that heartache
Pass away
That, I understand.
But in brief moments
Of some days
I think of you
And still
Can never really understand.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson ~ 2013
