Archive for the ‘My Musings’ Category

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Deep Sorrow, Absolute Horror

January 6, 2016

In memory of the 43 race horses tragically lost in a  fire on Monday.

Deep sorrow, absolute horror
For fire has claimed lives
And ones who loved
Will never be the same
Smoke billowed, fire raged
Taking life, killing
Killing at such a savage pace
No hope, desperate loss
In a desparate place.

But see
See gentle souls rising
In the midst of raging fire’s rage
For though gone
Peace now, quiet time
Running freely in heaven’s place
Lost to the earth they have not lost
Nor never will
The loving race.
~ Patrice

My deepest sympathies to those that have loss so much. So sorry. So very sorry.

© Patrice Clarkson – 2016

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We Are Lucky, We Are Trained

January 5, 2016

Squirrel reaching bird-feeder ~ Photo by Patrice

We are lucky, we are trained
To live life as if we’re not insane.

No one knows for sure
Nor has one the right
To live life thinking
All will be perfect, be alright.

Take the misery
The sadness and the lame
Take them to a happy place
Or leave them
For someone else to claim.

No heart is pure
Without regret
No life is lived
Without some sadness put into it.

We are lucky, we are trained
To live life as if we’re not insane
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2016

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Thoughts

December 30, 2015

Christmas 2015 - Carriage Team - Photo by Patrice

Featuring thoughts
That come to mind
Random some
Some sublime
Those that hold
Or lost in time
Grasping one
Making it real
Watch it unfold
Like a movie reel.

The featured one
The one held close
To carry on
To make the most
Of thoughts thought
Regardless
Of which thought
Is thought the most.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2015

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Running Late

December 18, 2015

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Running late.
No time, no date.
Must be going
See you when I’m no longer late.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2011

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I Love

December 15, 2015

Water Lilies ~ Photo by Patrice

Sufficient to say
I love
Love the moon, sun and sky
Leaves blowing on trees
Squirrels hanging from a branch
Fish swimming in the sea
Brimming with waterlilies.

These are some of what
I love
Most of all I love
The one who made
Each and everything
I see, smell feel
Beneath a blue sky, a vibrant sea.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2015

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When I Try To Understand

November 30, 2015

Carolina Tree ~ Photo by Patrice

When I try to understand
Sometimes
The way is not so clear.

Should I take a step behind
Or move forward
So to be near
To the heart of the matter
The source of my dilemma?

Sometimes the way
My way
Is not so clear.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2015

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Dangerous Messages

November 25, 2015

Last used August 22/18

Dangerous messages lying in repose
Waiting for the time
When damage can be imposed.

Nothing right, all is wrong
No recourse
The words too strong.

Those dangerous messages now litter the throng
Holding hostage all that’s good
Ruling with what is wrong.

Sadness part of the hour
Part of the one holding
Dangerous messages changing the world
All around.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2015

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I Don’t Know, I Don’t Know

November 24, 2015

Mulmur Hills Squirrel ~ Photo by Patrice

I don’t know, I don’t know
How the world turns
Or where storm clouds go
I don’t know, I don’t know.

I don’t know, I don’t know
Why everything has an enduring spring
A cascading fall in between
Summer hot or cold, white winter falling
I don’t know, I don’t know.

I don’t know, I don’t know
Which one shows me life to live
Steps to take through it all
I don’t know, I don’t know.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2015

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Dear Lord Let Me Be

November 16, 2015

Black Coral ~ Photo by Brent

Dear Lord let me be strong
And full of dignity
Let me see your guiding light
Bright
Even in the darkest night
Dear Lord let me be.

Let me feel your guiding hands
Pull me in the way you command
Dear Lord let me be
A child of your God in your image
Strong and free
Dear Lord let me be.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2015

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Winding Thru

November 13, 2015

Into the Light ~ Photo by Patrice

Winding thru
The intertwined
Difficult to see the reason
Or the sanity.

Scary
Step one step before the other
Thoughts meshed with a coldness
A shutter.

Question only
When I get thru
Will I be able to come back
To save another?
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2015