Posts Tagged ‘focused’

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I Didn’t Draw, I Wouldn’t Paint

December 9, 2016

Patrice Clarkson's Blog

Safe and Strong ~ illustration by Patrice

I didn’t draw, I wouldn’t paint
Little love, lots of hate
Time stood still
And seemed to crawl
No one knew
What could or would be all.

Focused on the wrong thing then
Didn’t know what was up
Or around the bend.
Hardship was a constant friend
Little laughter to ease my way
Just disaster each turn I made.

Then they came and held me up
Turned me round to see the light
Not just of love
But a grandeur life
Stroked my soul, made things right
This they did for me one night.

They stood behind, smiled and laughed
No judgement made in this my craft
What took so long?
You might ask
But only those who know
Can answer that.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2012

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Dreams Are Forgotten

July 15, 2016

Patrice Clarkson's Blog

Dreams are forgotten
Never to be told
Dreams
Never to unfold.

Dreams of splendour
Happiness and fame
All to be seen
Going down the drain.

Sadness, despair
Anguish and heartache
Tear at the soul
Shattered
Fall to the floor
Never, no more.

Up from the tatters
Mended but bruised
Focused on laughter
Making that dream
Come true.

Watch as dreams
Of splendour and happiness
Unfold to be true
This too can be you.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2012

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Another Month Starts

June 1, 2016

Farm view ~ Photo by Patrice

Another month starts today
Another path lies
Focused in some way
On the dream manifesting itself
In all waking, living things.

Gently, quietly step upon the step
That brings all you want, all you need
To the self that sings
Nature’s beauty
Daring, just to dream.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2016

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Turquoise Blue

February 9, 2015

Turquoise Blue ~ Photo by Patrice

Turquoise blue
Saintly, much like you
Deep, mysterious
Basking in sunshine
Mists of blue.

No heartache, only passion
Focused on dreams
Stories, mostly about you
Turquoise in colour
Shades of blue.

Nothing I see
Nothing I do
Will make the colour
Like your colour
Turquoise blue.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2015

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I Didn’t Draw, I Wouldn’t Paint

December 3, 2012

Safe and Strong ~ illustration by Patrice

I didn’t draw, I wouldn’t paint
Little love, lots of hate
Time stood still
And seemed to crawl
No one knew
What could or would be all.

Focused on the wrong thing then
Didn’t know what was up
Or around the bend.
Hardship was a constant friend
Little laughter to ease my way
Just disaster each turn I made.

Then they came and held me up
Turned me round to see the light
Not just of love
But a grandeur life
Stroked my soul, made things right
This they did for me one night.

They stood behind, smiled and laughed
No judgement made in this my craft
What took so long?
You might ask
But only those who know
Can answer that.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2012

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Dreams Are Forgotten

July 10, 2012

Dreams are forgotten
Never to be told
Dreams
Never to unfold.

Dreams of splendour
Happiness and fame
All to be seen
Going down the drain.

Sadness, despair
Anguish and heartache
Tear at the soul
Shattered
Fall to the floor
Never, no more.

Up from the tatters
Mended but bruised
Focused on laughter
Making that dream
Come true.

Watch as dreams
Of splendour and happiness
Unfold to be true
This too can be you.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2012

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