Archive for the ‘My Musings’ Category

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Amazing

July 3, 2019

This Lady

Amazing

How the earth does turn
How it all seems so serene and firm

Amazing

That we don’t fall off
How we can fly high, high in the sky

Amazing

That the oceans deep give us food
Give us nourishing water sweet

Amazing.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

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I Hear The Howl Of A Lonesome Wind

July 2, 2019

Thunder Clouds ~ Photo by Patrice

I hear the howl
Of a lonesome wind
Winding thru the trees
Branches, limbs.

Leaving all to chance
She sweeps across the land
Blowing with her
Good fortune, losses
But nothing that holds on
That can withstand.

Her mind is elsewhere
A place she came from
Wandering
Whistling she searches
For that time long ago
When she was so young.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

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A Wall Of Many Trees Stand

June 25, 2019

Mighty Trees Stand ~ Photo by Patrice

A wall of many trees stand
Stand in front of me
There may be a way
Around
Squeezing thru, in-between.

Many trees stand
Protecting me
From what dwells beyond
Unforeseen.

Canopy overtop, shading
Letting only a few rays
Of burning sun thru
To drop.

Taking the impact
Of a lightning strike
Hear the thunder crash
As a mighty tree falls
Out of sight.

Little ones will take its place
Loved
Nurtured by large ones
Standing, guarding, protecting
In this place.

As full circle round
Does nature go
Where many trees stand
Like a wall
All in a row.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

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Sadness Is A Part Of Me

June 20, 2019

 

Sadness is a part of me
Loss of one so very dear
To me
Gone a long time ago
But no one told me
I didn’t know.

Her heart was pure
Her soul glowed bright
I can see her smile
Her gentle nature
Such a delight.

In the years
That have passed
We talked little
Distance, time
Seemed to be an
Impasse.

But you were there
I was here
Sharing a love so full
For horses, boxers
And a mate who
Completed, giving all.

Now must accept
Gone to be in heaven
Where with all who
Have gone before
Happily sharing laughter
Memories by the score.
~ Patrice

Carol - my Friend

Rest in peace my Friend Carol – Oct. 6/18

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

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My Face

June 14, 2019

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Mom and Twiggy ~ Photo by Patrice

Each morning now I greet a face
A stranger, I don’t remember
Back in time or space
An older woman surprises me in the mirror
Each morning, when
I wash her face.

When did she get here?
When did she arrive?
When did she replace that young girl?
Who greeted me in the mirror
As I
Washed her face.

Glad she’s here
Glad she survived and got thru
All the world put on her plate
When I think about it
I’m glad she took that young girl’s place
The one who used to
Wash my face.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2015

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You Don’t Know, I Don’t Care

June 12, 2019

Perplexed Deer  ~ Photo by Patrice

You don’t know
I don’t care
Everything else
We must share

No one told me
This is the living I’ll do
Expressing kindness
Harmony and gratitude

You won’t come
Take my place
All the goodness done
Can be easily erased

So bless yourself
Pick your teeth
The world will turn
Regardlessly.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

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How Did You Know

June 5, 2019

Cardinal Wondering ~ Photo by Patrice

How did you know the things
The things that you told
How did you know?

Did someone tell you
Did you hear a voice
Screaming in such a way
You had no choice
Do you know?

Did you feel the feelings
That expressed the words
Even you didn’t know
How do you know
Do you know?
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

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I Know The Difference

June 3, 2019

Martin River Morning ~ Photo by Patrice

I know the difference
Between frozen and tropical land
I know light is not dark
And dark is not light.

I know the difference
Between morning and evening light
The difference is obvious
They are not alike.

But the in-between is hazy
Not easy to read
A conundrum for sure
Not darkness nor light
It seems.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

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I Don’t Hear Your Story Now

May 28, 2019

Blooms in a Storm ~ Photo by Patrice

I don’t hear your story now
All is oblivious somehow
Rain has poured the storyline away
Gone for tomorrow
Not to exist yesterday.

A thought comes to mind

If I think of it now
And it exists in the present
Must have been lived yesterday
And will go forward to tomorrow
Being lived all the way.
~ Patrice

© Patric Clarkson – 2019

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I Journey To My Home

May 24, 2019

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Teddy at the farm ~ Photo by Patrice

I journey to my home
The place where I was born.

Memories past, life I did before
Some heartache, some laughing then and now.

I journey to the place
I was born, I journey home.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2015

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