Posts Tagged ‘breathes’
December 16, 2020

You are my sunshine
My reason for living
With every breath I take
My mind breathes you in
My thoughts go to the times
We had together
When I nestled in your embrace
The world was right
And we were not apart
But there
There together.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020
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September 5, 2018

The pain stops
When I think of that
That lives, breathes and feels
The essence of the universe
Reeling, spinning within
All this and that.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
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August 2, 2018

In the morning I come to be
In my joyous place laughing, happy
All as it should be.
As a mourning dove gives it’s plaintive call
Cars pass knowing nothing of my life
Not at all.
Birds sing, squirrels jump from branch to branch
On the hunt for the perfect breakfast,
Dinner, lunch.
Flowers bloom, waving petals in a quiet breeze
While a fly buzzes, irritating for sure
But still a life that lives, that breathes.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
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July 7, 2014

For all I know
The world may not be round
It could be full of crowded, crumbly ground
Coming up, breaking down
For all I know.
For all I know
Birds sing to bring joy and happiness
In the chilly, warming spring
For all I know.
For all I know
The squirrel runs, the rabbit plays
Making life an serious, endless game
For all I know.
For all I know
Rain falls to the ground
Spreading life most profound
Asking nothing in return
For all I know.
For all I know
Skin is not skin deep
It lives and breathes
It holds the soul within the body
Until it’s time to go
For all I know. For all I know.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson ~ 2014
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