Posts Tagged ‘photo by Patrice’

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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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Bring Your Heart

July 26, 2019

Patrice Clarkson's Blog

Steffi and Bart ~ Photo by Patrice

Bring your heart to the fight
Let it show strength isn’t all that wins
Wins the fight.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson -2015

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Decisions

July 23, 2019

Ceile at the Beach ~ Photo by Patrice

Decisions to make
Change my life as I know it
Must make no mistake.

Decisions I make
Will be what I live with
A lot is at stake.

Decisions
Decisions to make.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

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Deep In The Rest

June 28, 2019

Patrice Clarkson's Blog

Costa Rican sunrise ~ Photo by Patrice

Deep in the rest of sleep tonight
My soul does dream so vividly
Life is full, time is dear
Honoured by those held so near.

I awaken rested, never knowing
Time has passed
Troubles solved and circumstance
Seems not to be the threat I feared
So horribly.

No one drew or threw a veil
Upon my sight
Just goodness does
And will prevail.

I slumber now in perfect rest
No concern, no distress
Awakening to light cascading down
Upon my life where goodness
Does and will abound.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2015

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The Heart Does Pound

June 27, 2019

Steffi and Bart ~ Photo by Patrice

The heart does pound
Breath does breathe
Sun rises and the moon
Seeks to shine light
On a darken place.

No one lives all alone
Everyone has a life
Everyone lives
Within their own space.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

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Keep Them Secret

June 24, 2019

Mr. T. ~ Photo by Patrice

I mustn’t tell
The things I know
Keep them secret
No one else
Should ever know.

Let them be
Secrets known only
To me
Don’t let the world see
These secrets
I keep inside of me.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

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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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