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My Pen

August 11, 2017

Patrice Clarkson's Blog

My pen writes what I say
My pen never questions
The words I put down.

Anyone can use
My pen
It doesn’t care but writes
What the fingers share.

My pen
Follows along
Putting down the thoughts
Without it the words would
Be long, long gone.

My pen
Is always there
Then its done
And I get another one
My pen.
~ Patrice

Pen Drawing ~ illustration by Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2013

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I Can See The Words

November 4, 2016

Patrice Clarkson's Blog

I can see the words
They tell me of the time
When hearts were loved
And words all rhymed.

They tell me of the joy
The majesty and triumphant gladness
No casting of badness
No broken bones
Or hearts lost in a world
Filled with madness.

These words they fill the place
With love, beauty, grace
I accept the honour
Bestowed here upon me
Of seeing life with words that
Never conquer
Just for the sake of me.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2012

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My Pen

August 22, 2013

My pen writes what I say
My pen never questions
The words I put down.

Anyone can use
My pen
It doesn’t care but writes
What the fingers share.

My pen
Follows along
Putting down the thoughts
Without it the words would
Be long, long gone.

My pen
Is always there
Then its done
And I get another one
My pen.
~ Patrice

Pen Drawing ~ illustration by Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2013

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Better To Speak

March 25, 2013

Deer watching ~ photo by Patrice

Better to speak and not just the words be heard.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2013

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I Feel The Words

February 20, 2013

My rottie pup at the farm ~ photo by Patrice

 

 

 

 

 

I feel the words
There filling
Filling up my heart.
~ Patrice

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

© Patrice Clarkson – 2013

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Rambling On

January 10, 2013

Rambling on using words to fill the pause.
~ Patrice

Grass of Opportunity ~ illustration by Patrice

 

 

 

 

© Patrice Clarkson – 2013

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I Can See The Words

November 2, 2012

I can see the words
They tell me of the time
When hearts were loved
And words all rhymed.

They tell me of the joy
The majesty and triumphant gladness
No casting of badness
No broken bones
Or hearts lost in a world
Filled with madness.

These words they fill the place
With love, beauty, grace
I accept the honour
Bestowed here upon me
Of seeing life with words that
Never conquer
Just for the sake of me.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2012

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