Posts Tagged ‘lives’


Each Morning

March 9, 2022
Last used March 9/22

Each morning
I create 

Each morning
I make her come alive 

Each night she sleeps
does not die

Each day 
I appreciate she lives 
she is alive. 
~ Patrice  

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022



Somewhere Hidden

September 9, 2021
Somewhere Hidden ~ Photo by Brent

Somewhere hidden 
In the depths of life 
A journey beyond belief 
With delight. 

Dive deep within 
That life 
Make it yours 
No regrets, doubts
Nor respite. 
~ Patrice  

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021


My Heart

February 25, 2021

My Heart ~ Photo by Patrice

My heart

My heart
It tocks

My heart
And then not

My heart

My heart
Brings life
And then

My heart
~ Patrice

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021


Leaves Falling

October 28, 2019

Fall Leaves ~ Photo by Patrice

Leaves falling
Cascading down
Onto dying, cold
Hard ground.

Life begins
Then passes away.

That is how life lives
From the beginning
And in all
The coming days.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019


The Pain Stops

September 5, 2018

Hogg Falls - on the brink ~ Photo by Patrice

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


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


For All I Know

July 7, 2014

Hoya Flower ~ Photo by Patrice

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


I Join You

March 2, 2012

I join you in a quest for right
You join me in taking the path that’s right
Together we will make our lives all right.
Blessed be the night.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2012

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