Archive for the ‘My Musings’ Category

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Seeking, Helping The World Turn

December 13, 2017

Wind Damage ~ Photo by Patrice

Seeking
Helping the world turn away
From the horrors, destruction
Man has played
No virtue in it, no redeeming grace
Just sadness and wretched feelings
In this place.

Maybe tomorrow
When the sun does rise
Man will wake up and take pride
In making a place where all are alive
Living in harmony not needing
To just survive.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2017

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Melancholy Feelings, Sorry Heart

December 12, 2017

Horse and Cattle ~ Painting by Patrice

Melancholy feelings
Sorry heart
Trudging through the snow
Feeling
It’s cold, cold heart.

Icicles dangling, dripping
To sadden, frozen ground
No where to go
Misery
Sadness all around.

Then the sun shines
Spreading, singing like a lark
Warming all the world
Unfreezing
That frigid, frozen heart.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2017

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The Feeder Hangs

December 4, 2017

Squirrel reaching bird-feeder ~ Photo by Patrice

The feeder hangs
Quiet and discreet
Waiting for company
To enjoy her treats.

No bad or evil thoughts
Does she convey
Feeding all who happen
To pass her way.

Filled up or near empty
She stands quietly there
Holding something
She lives to share.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson 2017

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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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I Sit Here Wishing

November 30, 2017

Ceile at the Beach ~ Photo by Patrice

I sit here wishing
What is
Could not be.

Hoping life
Would be a little gentler
Take pity on me.

Trusting it
Will get better
So all can be happy.

Doesn’t matter what I wish
Cause life is
What it will be.
~ Patrice  

© Patrice Clarkson – 2017

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In My Command

November 27, 2017

Sunlight on Water ~ Photo by Patrice

Holding still trying to understand
The health of the world
Of course nothing is in my command.

Just a traveller on this ocean of life
Moving up and down
The good, the bad felt here in this my life.

Grateful for the time given me
Happy I exist, that I be
Maybe tomorrow I will understand.

Until then I’ll live my life
Travelling, knowing
I’m not in command.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2017

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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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Been

November 20, 2017

 

Robin's Nest in Snow ~ Photo by Patrice

As I sit here thinking
Of what is to be
And been
My mind wanders to things
That have passed, have been.

There are no memories
As strong as those
That I’ve lived
Been part of
Those that have been.

Future dreams that I’ll be living
Won’t be nothing
Won’t be memories til
They’ve passed thru my living
Going into what has been.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2017

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I Feel A Heart Beating

November 14, 2017

Ursa's Birthday Party ~ Photo by Lorra

I feel a heart beating
Here in my own heart
I feel a sadness blue
I know I’ve lost a time
When I lost

Lost you

 Moved on
But every now and then
I think
And that’s when
I find myself

Missing you.
~ Patrice  

© Patrice Clarkson – 2017

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Remember When The World Was Small

November 13, 2017

Old Tree - Boyne River ~ Photo by Patrice

Remember when
The world was small
Worries, cares were nothing
To speak of at all.

No crashing down
Of a market
Not really existing
Not at all.

No change in time
It just moved forward
Regardless of everything
Anything at all.

No mushroom cloud
No toxic smoke
No weeping, wailing
All lost hope.

Those were to come
But when
The world was small
None of that mattered
Not at all.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2017