Posts Tagged ‘grateful’


Catch Me If You Can

November 17, 2022
Catch Me If You Can ~ Photo by Brent

Catch me if you can
I’m falling deep down
Hurtful canyon

Hold my hand
Grasp it tight
Don’t like let go 
Till all that’s out of sight  

Together we will go
You holding me
Me, so grateful. 
~ Patrice

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022


Seeking Help

November 1, 2021
Seeking Help ~ Watercolour Painting by Patrice

Seeking help, seeking closure 
seeing the way
with the vision
from all
surround me. 

Grateful, amazed
this could happen 
my salvation
within, around
enveloping me. 
~ Patrice  

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021


In My Command

November 27, 2017

Sunlight on Water ~ Photo by Patrice

Holding still trying to understand
The health of the world
Of course nothing is in my command.

Just a traveller on this ocean of life
Moving up and down
The good, the bad felt here in this my life.

Grateful for the time given me
Happy I exist, that I be
Maybe tomorrow I will understand.

Until then I’ll live my life
Travelling, knowing
I’m not in command.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2017


Beat Myself Up

May 5, 2014

Spring Flowers ~ Photo by Patrice







Beat myself up
Curse the way
That got me here.

Need to let up
Need to be happy
That I’m living, existing
With breath to breathe
In this atmosphere.

Forget the bad, the negative
And the sad
Seeing only pleased
And grateful inside of me.

Forgive me and thee
Forgive and live
Live here
On the right side of happy.
~ Patrice












© Patrice Clarkson – 2014


Feels Good

November 8, 2013

Black Swan ~ photo by Patrice

Feels good
This membership in a club
Called love.

Keeps me serene
By a lasting theme.

Know it needs to be
To keep me in my sanity.

Nothing speaks better truth
Better than anything
Anything else.

Keep me humble
In the midst
Of all your loving care.

Feels good.
~ Patrice


© Patrice Clarkson – 2013


A Doe And Her Baby Fawn – Conclusion

May 23, 2012

This is the last except of what I experienced travelling the back gravel roads.
It was something very special for me.

Slowly I moved forward, the red truck behind me did also.

Two vehicles came from the other way just as I came up beside the fawn.This tiny little baby deer stood looking at all the commotion on the road and there in the woods behind him, was his mom, peeking out of the trees.

We all moved ahead. There were three vehicles now, a van had come up behind the red truck. Just ahead was a corner and as I reached it, I pulled to the side and the red truck pulled up beside of me. The van moved pass us, turning, going on his way.

I said something like “That was pretty special”. The red truck driver answered an emphatic “Yes!” We agreed that we couldn’t move pass the fawn, it was worth waiting to make sure he got to safety.

Off we went on our way feeling, at least for me and I believe also the guy in the red truck, that we had witnessed something special. The doe and her fawn, most likely just grateful to have survived a traumatic situation.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2012

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