Some things go around
Same as before
Nothing changed
Just the same, once more.
Once more
Once more some things go around
Go around
Same as before.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Archive for the ‘My Musings’ Category
Some Things Go Around
May 21, 2014
Husk Falls
May 20, 2014
Husk falls, dropping to the ground
Seeds of wonder spattered all around.
Dead or dying not necessarily their fate
Taking food, taking strength
From the earth, the ground on which
They were spat, they grow and create.
Slowly, quietly up to mighty trees
Strong and wondrous they unfold
Dropping seeds that too
Like magic wonder, grow.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
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The Morning Sun Rises
May 18, 2014
The morning sun rises
On a day that’s
My brothers Birthday!
Brightly shinning sun
Waving branches on a soft breeze
Delicate opening flower petals
Gently rolling water
Snacking squirrels
And a prancing baby fawn
They all say
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!
To my brother on his Birthday.
Have a great day my brother
And may I say too
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
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Happy Birthday Dear Sister
May 16, 2014
Happy Birthday dear sister
Happy Birthday
Once again my dear friend.
May the world be yours to enjoy
Your heart be filled
With treasures of happiness.
Happy Birthday dear sister
Once again.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
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Shingles Have Taken Over My Face
May 9, 2014
Shingles have taken over my face
Pain and tingling, ravage taking place.
Pills medicate leaving sleepy
Laying down the only peace.
Mending now, I’ll take a rest
Hoping soon to be in a better place
With no shingles on my face.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
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For Absolutely No Reason
April 26, 2014
For absolutely no reason
I’m sent to the past
Made to remember things
I’d rather pass.
For no reason
They breathe life again
Making me remember
All over again and again.
The outcome is no different
The end is the same
For absolutely no reason
I remember again.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
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Nothing Comes To Mind
April 25, 2014
Nothing comes to mind
Resting easy
Gazing, looking at the sky.
No thoughts stay
They all float away
On a breeze filled with giggly feelings.
Nothing comes to mind or stays
It’s just a lighthearted, quiet day.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
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Habits, Traditions
April 21, 2014Habits, traditions
They keep me on my way
They make me feel secure
As I go about my life
My week, my day.
Every now and then
I break free
Dare to be adventurous
Searching for something
That I before haven’t seen.
It’s still nice thou
To sit back
Secure in a habit, a tradition
Where I can relax
At peace, in that known position.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
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It Started In My Head
April 11, 2014
It started in my head
It grew in my heart
My pen let it out
That painting, that writing
That perfect piece of art.
It’s voice did cry
‘Bring me out to the world
Not living just in your head’
I heard those words from
That perfect piece of art.
Begged to be seen
Begged to be read
That idea, that writing
That perfect piece of art.
Now the world can see
What my pen brought out
That lived in my head
Grew in my heart
That painting, that writing
That perfect piece of art.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
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It Fell From The Sky
April 10, 2014
It fell from the sky
Crashed to the earth
A spaceship from somewhere
Maybe the past
Resting now
In a soft bank of snow.
Who knows who they are?
Where they’ve been
And where they’re yet to go
Now impaled
Stuck in the snow.
Will they go in reverse
Back to the sky
Disappearing from earth
In the dark of the night?
Going forth to the future
In a blaze of hot light?
Then again
They could melt into the snow
Part of the crowd, no one to know
Not born or raised here on earth
But from a place we don’t know.
There are those who’ll say
“It’s an icicle deep in the snow
Fell from the eavestrough
Succumbed to gravity’s pull”.
As for me, I just don’t know.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
