Posts Tagged ‘Patrice Clarkson’

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Follow Your Heart

August 20, 2019

Fox Hound Parade ~ Photo by Patrice

Follow your heart. Take your time
You have a lifetime.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

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I Know You Haven’t Seen

August 19, 2019

Kites in the Sky ~ Photo by Patrice

I know you haven’t seen
The world I see
Know you most likely
Don’t really care.

But to me, it’s everything
It’s my world, my life
My very being
I live it everyday
I wake up wondering
What the universe
Will bring me today.

Will I laugh, will I cry
Or just be silent as I watch
This world come
Take me on a journey
You’ll never see
It’s mine
It belongs only, to me.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

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Today

August 16, 2019

Patrice Clarkson's Blog

Ursa ~ Photo by Jennifer Clark

Today
Is a day unlike any other day
Filled with life
Filled with strife
And too, things nice.

Must make it my day
Do it my way
And at the end, at the night
I’ll look, see what a wondrous day
Was given to me.

Then I can peacefully sleep
In anticipation of what
The day
The next day
Will bring to me.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2015

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What Is?

August 15, 2019

Chickens and Eggs ~ Illustration by Patrice for the Educational Publisher, Ginn and Company

What is the cause? What is the effect?
What does it mean?

For hearts are broken, cities crumble
Crops decay
Lives destroyed.

And
In the midst of this

A sprout pops up, a giggle resonates
Thunder dissipates
Rain clears all filth away.

There is a God
There is a life
We will not disappear.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

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No One Is Listening

August 13, 2019

3 Faces of Foxy ~ watercolour Painting by PatriceSeems
No one is listening
To what I say.

Let it go, let it be.
Resting in the knowledge
I am here, I am all
I have to be.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

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I Want

August 12, 2019

Wild Rose ~ Photo by Patrice

I don’t want
To talk about bad things to come
Not about people
Who have succumb to treacherous lives
No weeping
Wailing can disguise.

No, I want
To talk about how my heart soars
My voice roars the beauty of things
And the gentle kindness
A good heart brings.

These,
These are the things
I want to hold
These are the things
I want to be told.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

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My Brother

August 9, 2019

Miss you still ❤

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My Brother

My brother has passed away
Leaving a hole
A void so deep that stays.

No laugh, no hearing his chuckle
No ‘Huh?’ accompanying
His incredulous, questioning smile.

No feeding the brown or the black cat
All memories now
No more, no more of that.

Now my brother, sleep quiet, sleep sweet
Rest now my brother for evermore
In heavenly peace.
~ Pat

© Patrice Clarkson – 2015

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