Posts Tagged ‘photo by Patrice’

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My Face

June 14, 2019

Patrice Clarkson's Blog

Mom and Twiggy ~ Photo by Patrice

Each morning now I greet a face
A stranger, I don’t remember
Back in time or space
An older woman surprises me in the mirror
Each morning, when
I wash her face.

When did she get here?
When did she arrive?
When did she replace that young girl?
Who greeted me in the mirror
As I
Washed her face.

Glad she’s here
Glad she survived and got thru
All the world put on her plate
When I think about it
I’m glad she took that young girl’s place
The one who used to
Wash my face.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2015

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Known, Unknown

May 30, 2019

Running First ~ Photo by Patrice

Known is not known
Known anywhere

Bright, airy time goes by
Changing, blending caring
Not caring whether we know
What’s to come
Or why things were done

It’s unknown that known
To come.
~ 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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Butterfly

May 17, 2019

Patrice Clarkson's Blog

Wood Butterfly ~ photo by Patrice

Butterfly

From my window I see you fly
Crossing by

Butterfly

Your beauty is exquisite
Coloured a wondrous earthy brown

Butterfly

Never growing old
Nor flying far away

Butterfly

In winter’s frozen cold
You fly, butterfly

Butterfly

Etched forever in cedar wood
My very own

Butterfly

Thou I imagine one day you will come alive
Flying with other butterflies

Butterfly

To far away places, warm, full of beauty
Butterfly fly

Butterfly

That’s when I’ll say goodbye
To my precious wooden

Butterfly.
~ Patrice  

© Patrice Clarkson – 2015

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I Haven’t Stopped

May 8, 2019

Chairs in Aruba ~ Photo by Patrice

I haven’t stopped to understand
Haven’t known which way
Is at my command
All seems so hard
To comprehend, to understand.

Please let me know
The knowledge needed
The way be seen
For without this where will I be
Except the same place
I’ve always been.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

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Stingrays Flying

May 3, 2019

Patrice Clarkson's Blog

Stingrays flying
In a most beautiful place
In awe, inspired by their beauty, their grace.

Leaping from the sea
Are they jumping in fear
Running from danger beneath the waves?

Not known for sure
For they may be just washing mites
From their smooth, dark face.

Stingrays flying
Leaping
With a particular ballet grace.
~ Patrice  

Flying Stingray ~ Photo by Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2015

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There I Am

April 19, 2019

Patrice Clarkson's Blog

Rising Fiddle Head ~ Photo by Patrice

There I am in my robe
Watching closely as the earth disrobes
All it’s ugly, nasty things
Rising up in beauty
Filled with summer and with spring.
Winter’s cold, bitter hate
Melted here, no distaste
Only warm, fulfilling beams
Creating more lovely dreams.

Bless the ground I stand upon
Know it gives me faith true and strong
Trusting I’ll be here long after
Spring flowers fade and go
But memories of what has been
Or yet to come
Will hold my own sheltering robe so tight
That I know I will be safe
On earth’s soft ground tonight.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2015

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