Sometimes I do believe
There’s a warmth in the trees
Across the road, down the hill
And far away from this today.
Sometimes I do believe
There’s majesty in all we do
Our breath, our beating heart
Skipping like a meadowlark.
Sometimes I do believe
We are one with God
Child, parent, desperate soul
Sometimes I do believe.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
Robbie Burns Day it is
Go back in time
And listen to what is.
A gifted poet
A man of great stature
One of a kind that
We should look to
With great rapture.
I am in awe
Nothing would stop me
From hoping
That he would come
And guide my hand.
In this writing
Feeling
As I try to expand words
That come to mind
Here and now
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
Holy crap, holy shit
How did this come to be?
Drove into dusk
To a friends house
For a brake adjust
Enjoyed our time
Heated garage, work all done
Chinese food, a little dim sum.
Driving home in the dead of night
Turned a corner and what a fright
Flew fast, skidded left
Then a half a circle to the right
In a split second saw all my life.
Came to a stop
Teetering on the edge
Of a snowbank facing back
To where I’d come from.
Took a breath backing up
Turned around
Go forward asking
“What was all of that?”
Trade places for a ways
Smoke billowing, smell frightening
We might just have a blaze.
Park it, wait for the tow truck
Holy shit, holy crap
Go for a brake job
Come home
In a flatbed tow truck.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012
Shock, horror, not understanding, disbelief, could not be
No, this did not happen, happening
Why?
Tell me why
Not right, anger, frustration, denial
Fury, acceptance, sadness, deep anguish, lost, emptiness
Anger, depression, guilt
Help me understand why
Accept and forgive.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
Many know the reason.
Let me be one of them.
Smile.
Secure in the knowledge of knowing.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
Lily came into our lives this afternoon. I am calling her Lily for the woman that found her lying on the road. They moved her to the side, onto the grass, hoping for the best for her.
Lily is a hummingbird. We believe that she is mature enough to have left the nest but is still unable to fly. We don’t know where her nest is, whether she was struck by a car or how she came to be lying on the road. But there she was. With the help of the ladies that found her, we first tried to put her on a rail fence, where if she was a young immature hummingbird, her mother could find her. She was so weak that she fell to the ground. It was obvious she would soon die and could not survive on her own. What choice but to bring her home?
Lily when first found.
We got a box, lined it with paper towel and a soft cloth. Put some water and sugar mixture in a dish then in a syringe to feed her. She just lay there. I covered her up, hoping to keep her warm leaving only her head out.
Lily getting fed and keeping warm
Carefully I dropped the water mixture onto her beak one drop at a time,. The drop would hang from her beak, she would not move. Then I saw it become smaller, smaller, her throat was swallowing! Another drop, again it disappeared and another! She was drinking! Her eyes opened, she blinked and became alert.
Water drop on her beak
At around 4:00, she decided that she didn’t need a cover and refused to stay under. She climbed up the side of the box as far as she could. Height is everything. Still if she fell she would lay on her back and not be able to get up. She would exercise her wings and have a drink when offered most times.
Sitting on the side of the box
Lily spent her evening on the coffee table, watching football from the vantage point of a twig roost in the box. Having a sip once in awhile.
Lily watching football
What tomorrow brings, we are not sure. The hope is to reunite her with her mother, but where is the nest? Should we keep her until she can fly?
It has been suggested that if we put her outside where other hummingbirds can see her and she them, that they will give her the incentive to fly.
I plan on calling wildlife rescue, our vet and hope to get her safely on her way soon.
Any constructive suggestions would greatly be appreciated.
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
Deadlines to be met.
Deadlines
To be worked out.
Deadlines in your mind
In your agenda.
Deadlines to be set.
Deadlines on your
‘To Do’ list.
Deadlines
To be accomplished
Ignored or striven for.
Deadlines.
What are yours?
Are they wonderful
Or hideous?
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
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Strange how ones pleasure can be someone else’s irritation.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
Journey on in this life you’re been given. It’s precious and the only one you will have. No one knows how long or short it may be. So make everyday all you can.
You are important and the only person that will always be with you. Treat her kindly.
~ Patrice 
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
These few days will be dedicated to those we loved and passed last week.
Dear wonderful Sprint. I wrote a poem for you but it does not do you justice. It does not tell how devoted you were. How loved and loving you were. How strong, a natural leader you were. How mischievous you were. The joy you brought to those close and around you. None of that.
The Mother of All Schipperkes. That was you.
Matriarch of the House Mouses. That was you.
Never will there be another Schipperke like thee.
Adieu Sprint
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2011
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