Posts Tagged ‘Look Back Friday’

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No More Today

July 3, 2026

No More Today ~ Photo by Patrice

No more 
Today. 

Tomorrow 
Will be 
What it turns out 
To be. 

But 
Today, only today 
I’ll let it be. 

I’ll sit back 
And 
Enjoy my solitude 
My serenity. 
Patrice 

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Quietly, Silently

June 26, 2026

Quietly, silently 
I move through thee, the mountains, the meadows  
So full of such beauty, majesty.

Tomorrow I’ll be in the midst of a stream 
Flowing rapidly 
Swimming with creatures silently, quietly.

 I will fly in the sky 
Where birds live, laugh and die 
I will be for a while, one of them.

No one will know 
No one will be happier, happier than me 
Moving quietly, silently.  
Patrice 

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Before You Went Away

June 19, 2026

You didn’t tell me 
You didn’t say 
Those words I needed to hear 
Before 
Before you went away.

Silence is all I hear 
Silence 
Fills the hour, the day.

I’d hoped 
To hear you speak
I’d hoped 
You’d say 
Soft, loving words to me 
Before you left 
Before you went away 
Patrice 

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I Saw A Firefly

June 5, 2026

I Saw A Firefly ~ Photo by Patrice

Last night I saw a firefly 
it lit up 
the whole damn sky.

Yes, last night 
a tiny fly radiated light 
made 
a bit of darkness bright.

Last night when I saw a firefly.  
Patrice  

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Near To Me

May 15, 2026
Near To Me ~ Photo by Jennifer Clark

I know once again 
You are near to me 
I feel your touch 
Your breath breathing 
Quietly 

My heart pounds 
My finger seek 
To caress 
The very essence of you 
That be 

To keep 
Keep you forever 
Here 
Near to me 
Patrice  

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My Heart’s Memories

May 8, 2026

I went back after several years, to the place where I grew up. 
The place where I had many happy times and wonderful memories. 

I was overwhelmed to see what time has done.

My Heart’s Memories ~ Photo by Patrice

My Heart does break 
My soul knows 
The past has gone 
It exists 
No more. 

Times remembered 
Times 
From long ago past 
Have faded in my memory 
But 
I thought 
They’d last and last. 

The land has covered 
Over 
The lane we used to walk 
Trees died 
Their stark bodies bent 
Cracking in the wind 
While bushes have overgrown 
Where happiness 
Should’ve been. 

Surrounded 
By empty, barren fields 
Flourishing weeds covering in 
What used to be 
Fertile land growing crops 
That 
Nurtured creatures 
Way back then. 

Only memories 
Now 
Only fading memories 
Of what was but not now 
Or 
Ever again. 
~ Patrice

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Tender Is The Heart

May 1, 2026

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Tender Is The Heart ~ Penline Drawing by Patrice

Tender is the heart
That beats
Coursing love thru all that speak
Never once demanding back
Only loving, loving
And
That is that. 
~ Patrice 

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You Showed Me How

April 28, 2026

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You Showed Me How ~ Photo by Dave Banks

You gave me life
you showed me how
to
live life
exist in a world
that
sometimes wears a scowl
You didn’t accept the mundane, the trivial
you shot for the heights
you tried, you did it 
then
you showed me how. 
~ Patrice 

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May

April 24, 2026

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May the trees survive winter 
Blossom in the spring 
Sending forth life 
Giving all, nourishing. 

May the sun rise in the morning 
Rest asleep at night 
To come up the next morning 
Bringing warmth, love 
And fields of waving buttercup delight. 

May the seeds dropped in fall 
Spring, rise, growing tall 
Spreading roots out for nourishment 
Leaves reaching up, growing 
Til the fall. 

May the wind blow breezes 
Both strong or gentle 
And then not at all. 

May they bring on currents 
Moisture, rain to quench 
The thirst of everyone 
Everyone, everything and all. 

May, may we live 
May we live us all. 
~ Patrice 

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When To Stop, When To Go

April 17, 2026

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When To Stop, When To Go

Knowing
When to stop
When to go
Is
A feat that will
Save
Your life
Make all things
Prosper  
Everything , all things
Grow. 
~ Patrice 

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