Posts Tagged ‘photo by Patrice’

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My Fortune Is In My Hands

October 15, 2019

My Dedicated Running Partner - Photo by Patrice

My Fortune I suppose
Is in my hands
The coming and going
Of goodness, happiness
Is in my command.

No soaked coat
Laden with anger
Can cover me
Or make my way
A forsaken land.

I will, I can
See my fortune ahead
Waiting
Waiting to take my hand.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

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The Words

October 11, 2019

Patrice Clarkson's Blog

Ancient Mexico ~ Photo by Patrice

The words sit silent
Waiting to take a place
On a page, part of a sentence
A paragraph
Or just fill an empty space.

Never know what they are to be
Where they’re coming from
Placed upon the page
Uttered
From a pulpit
Graced by the shinning sun.

No matter, there they come
No longer waiting
The words have found their purpose
Their place, on a page, a paragraph
A voice
Greeting the morning sun.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2015

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Sadness Streams Down My Face

October 7, 2019

My Ursa and me ~ Photo by us

Sadness streams down my face
Dreams
Remembered of another place
Trying to correct wrongs done
In that other time, that other place
No help
Can be strong enough
No help to carry me away
From that sad, sad place
Today.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

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Tortured Are The Souls

October 2, 2019

Pale Bodies ~ Photo by Patrice

Tortured are the souls
I see
Writhing in pure agony.

No remorse can be seen
Only furious anger
Seething.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

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Hummingbird

September 27, 2019

Patrice Clarkson's Blog

Last used Sept. 22/15

Hummingbird safe on your journey be
Many pleasures I’ve had watching ye

Time has come and I must let it be
Trust your flight south is a safe journey

In the cool fall light you make yourself ready
Ready for that long flight

Flower to flower do you fly
Sharing pollen, drinking til dry

Maybe next summer I’ll see you again
Humming beneath flowering stems

Drinking sweet nectar alongside some bees
Enjoying the warmth and raising a family

Right now though, all I see is a hummingbird
Getting ready for that phenomenal journey

Wishing you safe, wishing you well
Make it there and please, come back as well.
~ Patrice  

Note: As I finished writing this poem and rereading it out loud out on our deck, a hummingbird came up so close i could feel the air movement from her wings on the side of my head. She hovered…

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Hearing The World Turn

September 13, 2019

Patrice Clarkson's Blog

Rising Fiddle Head ~ Photo by Patrice

Hearing the world turn
Is
A wondrous thing.

The magic of the morning
The breath of spring
Calling forth summer and all that it brings.

Fall’s bounty feeding
Getting ready for the cold of winter
Snowflakes hiding everything.

My breath goes in and out
Taking in all these things
That are about.
~ Patrice  

© Patrice Clarkson – 2015

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When I Hear Your Voice

September 6, 2019

Patrice Clarkson's Blog

Puppy Love ~ Photo by Patrice

When I hear your voice
My being melts and does rejoice
Heaven, earth move a little closer
When I hear your voice.

When I hear your voice
No sudden happening
Is either sad or profound
When I hear your voice
I’m settled, I’m calmed down.

When I hear your voice
No heart is moved as much
No success can mean as much
As the sound of my world slowing down
When I hear your voice.

When I hear your voice
Feeling joy all around
When I hear
Hear your voice creating love
With it’s singing, wondrous sound.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2015

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