Archive for the ‘Look Back Friday’ Category

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My Father Walks

April 5, 2024

Patrice Clarkson’s Blog

My Father Walks

I feel your heart
Your quiet strength
I walk aside your silent figure
Not alone.

No words spoken
No hand is touched
But there beside me
My father walks.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2020

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I Wonder, Wonder Where

March 22, 2024

Patrice Clarkson’s Blog

I Wonder, Wonder Where ~ Photo by Patrice

I wonder, wonder where
The squirrel at the feeder
Came from.

Where the sun was before
It shone in the sky.

When people thought
That they may fly.

What was said when
The mountains fell.

As a earthquake opened up
And shattered the ground.

I wonder, wonder where
The answers can be found.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2020

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Coffee Taste Lingers

March 15, 2024

Patrice Clarkson’s Blog

Coffee taste 
Lingers 
The aroma whirls 
Round my senses 
No 
Other feeling 
Neither 
Happiness 
Nor 
Dread 
Can accommodate 
Like this 
In 
My sleepy 
Morning head. 
~ Patrice  

Coffee Taste Lingers ~ Art Product by Patrice

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The Sun

March 8, 2024

Patrice Clarkson’s Blog

The Sun ~ Photo by Patrice

The sun breaks 
over a brown earth 
Left as if dead from winter storms 
But then 
In the midst of all broke 
Deemed dead and dying 
Is a small green shoot 
Emerging 
Bringing life 
To a winter weary land. 

The warm sun gives life 
Nurtures 
The rising ones 
Spring 
Has come 
As winter retreats 
Only 
On a later day 
To blast 
Blow once again. 

The sun then rests 
Satisfied 
she has done her best 
Thou 
She too 
Will be back 
Tomorrow 
To nurture, bring life 
With a warm, radiating 
Spring sun. 
~ Patrice  

© Patrice Clarkson – 2020

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In Retrospect

March 1, 2024

Patrice Clarkson’s Blog

In Retrospect ~ Photo by Patrice

In retrospect

I see so clearly
The problems I had
Answers
That evaded me

In retrospect

I could have
Done things
Differently

In retrospect

I know my life
Could have been
Changed drastically

But

In retrospect

Then I would not be
The person I’ve become
I need to be

In retrospect.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2020

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The Caged Bird

February 2, 2024

Patrice Clarkson’s Blog

The Caged Bird ~ Photo by Patrice

The caged bird flies
Deep into brilliant
Blue, blue skies.

The caged bird cries
Songs of lilting love
Her sweet voice sings
Of beauty, freedom
All things.

The caged bird dies
In the midst of bars holding
Holding her in.

No soaring in blue skies
Nor lilting love songs sung
For this was only a dream
Dreamt in
A dark night long.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2020

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Hearing The Words Spoken

January 26, 2024

Patrice Clarkson’s Blog

Hearing The Words Spoken ~ Photo by Patrice

Hearing the words spoken 
In love and respect 
Makes my heart leap and regret 
All the things that I’ve said. 

Not believing the actions 
The smiles 
The love I did get. 

Now 
I know there was nothing pretend 
All was truthful, out in the open 
Love with no end. 

I will embrace all that I have 
Give back, be happy 
Never again be sad. 

For this that you’ve given me 
I will embrace, love you forever 
Knowing 
It’s our chosen place. 
~ Patrice  

© Patrice Clarkson – 2020

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The World Spins

January 19, 2024

Patrice Clarkson’s Blog

The World Spins ~ Photo by Patrice

The world spins
revolves around
taking lives on a journey
the world beyond.

Grass grows, birds fly
rain drops
and sometimes
lovers must say goodbye.

The world is ours
We make it what we can
happy or sad, we live our lives
as the world revolves round
once again.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2020

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Hold Your Horses

January 12, 2024

Patrice Clarkson’s Blog

Hold Your Horses ~ Photo by Patrice

Hold your horses 
Be at peace 
Let the world pass by 
One hour at a time 
No rush 
No strong words 
Do you speak. 
~ Patrice  

© Patrice Clarkson – 2020

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Memories Last

January 5, 2024

Patrice Clarkson’s Blog

Memories last ~ Watercolour by Patrice

Memories last
to give us space to remember
those gone from this place.

Holding close, holding long
remembering all the snuggles, caresses
Thru the night so long.

Heartache cries missing those loved
now my heart’s alone
a empty place.

I can’t, won’t forget
your loving soul’s a memory
all that I have left.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2020

❤️ Rest in peace sweet Jake ❤️