Posts Tagged ‘laughing’

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So Much To Say

September 16, 2019

So much to say
So little paper to write it
All out
What so many people are talking
Laughing, talking about.

Suffice to say
When I find that scrap of paper
Filed somewhere
Yesterday
I’ll laugh, I’ll cry.

Because even then
I know there’s been
So much to say
So little paper to write it
All out.
~ Patrice

Pen Drawing ~ illustration by Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

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I Journey To My Home

May 24, 2019

Patrice Clarkson's Blog

Teddy at the farm ~ Photo by Patrice

I journey to my home
The place where I was born.

Memories past, life I did before
Some heartache, some laughing then and now.

I journey to the place
I was born, I journey home.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2015

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Tenderness, Loving And Caring

March 29, 2019

Patrice Clarkson's Blog

Costa Rican Tales

Tenderness, loving and caring
Caressing my heart, my life
Tender touch holding me
In warmth
This very night.

Smiling, laughing
Bringing cheer and delight
May you feel love like this
May it hold you safe and secure
All thru your life
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2015

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Voice Speaking

March 22, 2019

Patrice Clarkson's Blog

Voice speaking, crying out
Saying things needed
Feeling all alone
Desperate to know the answer
Seeking to be free
Of ties changing, dragging thee.

Voice may be loud
Sounding almost like a horn
Blowing breath, scattering every way
Or soft and mellow
Holding dreams inside
Being safe, secure today.

Voice crying of things lost and found
Then some stored away
Voice may be laughing, bringing joy
To the day
Holding, hugging souls captured
In the voice’s lilting, loving way.
~ Patrice

Willow ~ Watercolour Painting by Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2015

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I Come To Be

August 2, 2018

Lazy Summer Days ~ Watercolour Painting by Patrice

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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The Smell Of Lilacs Ebbs And Flows

May 19, 2017

Patrice Clarkson's Blog

Lilacs ~ photo by Patrice

The smell of lilacs ebbs and flows
Over my senses
Taking me back in time
When life was slow
And in pastures green
Children laughing, playing
Running past the stream.

Sweet scented lilacs are my time machine.
~ Patrice   

© Patrice Clarkson – 2013

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I Journey To My Home

May 11, 2015

Teddy at the farm ~ Photo by Patrice

I journey to my home
The place where I was born.

Memories past, life I did before
Some heartache, some laughing then and now.

I journey to the place
I was born, I journey home.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2015

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