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I Feel Your Presence

May 12, 2022
I Feel Your Presence ~ Photo by Patrice

I feel your presence  
Your breath softly
Falling in and out 

I hear your call 
Your mournful voice 
Reaching out 

I remember
Your presence here 
Now gone 

I miss you 
I miss you so 
My love 

You’re all 
All
I think about. 
~ Patrice  

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022

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Feeling, Reaching Out, Holding Close

October 20, 2020

Feeling, Reaching Out, Holding Close ~ Photo by Patrice

Feeling, reaching out, holding close
Not sure what this is all about.

Taste the anger, spit it out
Drink deep love, give it to all
All about.

See the sun rise, breathing life
Into a blue, sweet sky.

Experience the night
Enveloping all in a blanket warm and pure
Kept safe til darkness disappears.

I feel this, I reach out, hold close
For I now know what it’s all about.
~ Patrice

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2020

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When I Was Lost

August 7, 2020

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Costa Rican Sunrise ~ Photo by Patrice

When I was lost, nowhere to go
She was there
This I know.

Holding still
Sitting quietly next to me
Not on a chair
But a presence
I could feel, I could not see.

Quietly she spoke
Her hand reaching out
Caressing my spirit, my soul
This being called
Me.

She told of things
That would be
She told me I would succeed
She told me, she told me
Everything.

Her voice so calm
Her touch so light
Her presence it could light
The darkest night.

An angel perhaps
A passing soul, who knows
But by my side
She lived, she stayed
She goes.
~ Patrice  

© Patrice Clarkson – 2016

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Tonight

February 26, 2019

Dark Night Tree ~ Photo by Patrice

Treacherous feelings I harbour
Tonight
Anger seething in my blood
Tonight.

Each footstep taken
Keeps me in a raging hold
Tonight.

No answer, no salvation
In the black, bleak darkness
Tonight.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

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When I Was Lost

August 24, 2016

Costa Rican Sunrise ~ Photo by Patrice

When I was lost, nowhere to go
She was there
This I know.

Holding still
Sitting quietly next to me
Not on a chair
But a presence
I could feel, I could not see.

Quietly she spoke
Her hand reaching out
Caressing my spirit, my soul
This being called
Me.

She told of things
That would be
She told me I would succeed
She told me, she told me
Everything.

Her voice so calm
Her touch so light
Her presence it could light
The darkest night.

An angel perhaps
A passing soul, who knows
But by my side
She lived, she stayed
She goes.
~ Patrice  

© Patrice Clarkson – 2016

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