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Never Understood

December 1, 2017

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Mulmur Hills Squirrel ~ photo by Patrice

Never understood
How you could walk away
Never turning round
To even say
A kind goodbye

Never understood.

Can’t figure out why
Why it made me cry
Wish with all my heart
I too
Could leave and maybe die

Never understood.

Not now in that awful moment
Moved on and found
The world a lovely place
Full of treasures, beauty, grace
Making all that heartache
Pass away

That, I understand.

But in brief moments
Of some days
I think of you
And still

Can never really understand.
~ Patrice  

© Patrice Clarkson ~ 2013

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Maybe Behind In Time

November 24, 2017

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Maybe behind in time
Maybe not ahead of the crowd
But oh, joy is bestowed
Upon this road I’m travelling on.

Come be with me
Feel the passion in a love
Of beauty all around.

Go back in time
Feel the love, the joy
That does surround.
~ Patrice

At the farm ~ photo by Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2013

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Quiet

November 17, 2017

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Pink Tropical Flower ~ photo by Patrice

Quiet
Quietly moving past eternity
Into depths full of ecstasy.

Pause
Step forth into your realm
Saturated with the crown
Of great things done and to do.

All
All this, this is you.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2013

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All Three In A Row

November 10, 2017

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All three in a row 
Sitting, resting nowhere to go. 

Pleasant and mild 
The height of haute style 
Sitting, resting
Certainly to be there awhile.

 Ah, doesn’t it make you smile. 
~ Patrice  

Summer Chairs in Winter ~ photo by Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2013

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Think The Thoughts

November 3, 2017

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Leaves in Fall ~ photo by Patrice

Think the thoughts
That are beautiful
Think the ones that need to be
While treasuring times past
Dwelling in your memory.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2013

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Magnificence Belongs In The Hearts Of Minds

October 27, 2017

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Magnificence belongs in the hearts of minds
No longer loitering not defined
Pursue your dreams, be not dismayed
For in your heart your mind will play.
~ Patrice

Rottie Pups ~ painting by Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2013

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Imagine Today Is Your Last Day

October 20, 2017

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Morning Glory Fall ~ photo by Patrice

Imagine
Today is your last day.

What would you say?
Where would you go?
What would you see?

Would it be beauty
Or misery?

I don’t know
Can’t see
But hope I’d make it
The best day to last me
An eternity.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2013

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When You See Myself

October 13, 2017

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Happy Convict ~ illustration by Patrice

When you see myself
You see someone else
Not the one I want to be
But the one I let you see.

Therefore
I will try to appear to be
The person who’s good for you
And most of all the best of me.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2013

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Travelling Down A No Return Road

October 6, 2017

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First of  Winter Road ~ photo by Patrice

Travelling down a no return road
Going forward pass signs
On this winding, bending road
That tell me what’s ahead
Sometimes full of anticipation
Sometimes only dread.

Going forward
Not looking back
Not using a rearview mirror
To see behind
There’s no use in using that.

On the side of this my road
I’m passing beauty there
Just up to me to behold.

My salvation
May be at the end
Of this my own long road
But the journey to that place
Is up to me to unfold.
~ Patrice

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Everything

September 22, 2017

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Dave's Horse  ~ illustration by Patrice

Everything is for a reason.
Not mine to wonder why.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2013

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