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Hear The World

August 6, 2019
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Walmart employees comfort one another after a shooting at the store in El Paso, Texas, on Saturday. (Mark Lambie/The El Paso Times via AP)

Hear the world come to it’s end
Listen to mourning flowers
Sway to and fro
And then

Hear the mighty mountains
Roar their anger
Frustration
To all that’ll listen.

Hear the world plead
Cry
For those lost
In the mayhem.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

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Hear My Heart Call

June 20, 2018

Hoya Flower ~ Photo by Patrice

Hear my heart call
Hear that quiet voice
Murmur words of love
Filling all with grace.

Hear my heart call
Words to ease the pain
Sounds made from
A sweet refrain.

Hear my heart call
I’m not alone
Forever with me
In all my journeys.

Hear my heart call
Listen, listen to that sound
Hear my heart
Hear my heart call.
~ Patrice

Patrice Clarkson – 2018

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You Don’t Know What I Know

May 25, 2018

Patrice Clarkson's Blog

Giraffe ~ Stipple art by Patrice

You don’t know what I know

You don’t feel what I feel

You don’t see what I see

You can’t hear what I hear

Because

You are not and never will be me.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2014

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The Crow Flies

February 21, 2018

Flying Crows ~ image courtesy of Stock Photos

The crow flies over skies
Looking down on a world
Moving forward, no lies.

The crow flies calling
Singing songs only loved ones
Hear, don’t deny.

The crow flies holding close
Treasures found, lost
Seen by no other eyes.

The crow flies.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2018

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Sadness Fails

May 26, 2017

Patrice Clarkson's Blog

Old House Window ~ photo by Patrice

Sadness fails 
Crashes 
Hear
The wails. 

Monster crawls 
Full of regret 
Finally getting 
What he should
Get. 

No remorse 
Pity none 
Turn the page 
Forget
The rage. 

Sadness can
No more 
Be part of
Hate. 
~ Patrice  

© Patrice Clarkson – 2013

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I Find My Heart Cold

September 15, 2016

Wicka ~ Watercolour Painting by Patrice

I find my heart cold
In charge of no life
Making no sound
Finding no life.

Lonely of course
Hardened and cruel
Seeking no justice
A master I’m sure
That is such a fool.

Sudden I hear
A kindness roar
Blood pulsing inside
Like opening a door.

For my heart is alive
Beating with life
Coursing with love
Creating a good life.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2016

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It All Looks Different

March 9, 2015

 

Morning Glory Fall ~ Photo by Patrice

 

 

 

It all looks different
But
Endlessly the same.

Made
To have significance
Without harbouring
Any name.

Trouble if you make it
Social
Just the same.

Quandary
What and where it lives
Inside of me
I hear
It’s sweet refrain.
~ Patrice

 

 

 

 

© Patrice Clarkson – 2015

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