Fireflies sparkle in the sky
Flashing bright
Then fading, disappearing in a humid night.
Fireflies moving in a most erratic way
Flying high
Sparkling bright in a summer nightime flight.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014



My running is not all I am about
But it is what keeps me physically healthy, grounded and at peace
Without it, I will have no focus, no inner peace.
My writing is not all I am about
But from it, I feel whole, in touch with who I am spiritually
I feel a calm, a calm fulfillment.
My art is not all I am about
It’s what I need, what I feel called to do
A yearning, a desire, a challenge, an ecstasy
It is who I am. Who I desire to be.
But not all I am about.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014

Maya, Maya Angelou ~ My Hero.
Maya Angelou was and is my hero, my saviour.
Long before I wrote this blog or anything for that matter, one day, I came across a Daily Affirmation calendar of Maya’s sayings and other affirmations
inspired by her.
I needed it, no matter the cost.
You see, at that time I had very, very little money to spare and to spend it on a ‘Daily Affirmation’ calendar was well, frowned upon ~ by me.
It was a life preserver, a lifeline to a drowning soul.
Her writings are magical. They saved me. Made me feel like I was important, had rights, dreams and could dare to dream and accomplish what I desired. This grand lady inspired not only me, but the whole world. I am so grateful for having this wonderful, talented, perceptive lady to guide me in my life.
Adieu great, fine lady, adieu.
~ Patrice.
Maya, Maya Angelou ~ My Hero.
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014

Ralph rides with me
Just as long as he needs to see
I know everything and how it goes.
My jeep was dying piece by piece
When a friend said
“I know of a car that just might do”
Off we went to check it out
Ralph’s red van
Left as if he’d just stepped out.
I said yes to this red van
The one that belonged to
Ralph the Man.
I feel his presence beside of me
Cause you see, for a little while
Ralph rides with me.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014


Wondering
Once again.
Wondering
What is best?
Wondering
If I’ll make the right decision.
Wondering
Will it affect the rest?
Wondering
What will come to be?
Wondering
What will happen to me?
– No answers come but still –
Still I’m wondering.
Wondering
Just the same.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014

So much
Could happen
If I knew the reason
Why I came here
What I need to see
Need to be.
See far meadows
See trees blowing
In the breeze.
Are these
These what I need
Need to see?
Breathe in salt air
As it crashes
Sinks back
To emerald depths
In a deep blue sea.
Will I reach these?
These I need to see
Need to hear
Those I do so need?
Then a sigh
I hear, I hear
My life is right
I’m where I need
Right where I need
To be.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014