Posts Tagged ‘Look Back Friday’

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I May Not

November 13, 2020

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Loving ~ Photo by Jennifer Clark

I may not be rich
BUT
I’m wealthy beyond my wildest dreams.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2016

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Knowing Who I Am

November 6, 2020

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Study of hands and paint brushes ~ Illustration by Patrice for New Chalice Brushes

Knowing who I am is hard to acknowledge
When the world tries its damnedest
To change what I am.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2016

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Halloween Comes Creeping

October 30, 2020

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Halloween Face in Window ~ Photo by Patrice

Halloween comes creeping
To the door
All withered, stooped asking for
Trick or treat
Maybe something more
Smiling toothless face leering
Into vacant space
Blood dripping onto gruesome cheek
Screeching voices crack the night
Laughing hysterically
No remorse if no treat tonight.

Now fear is my plight
Quickly shove
The treat out the door
Into grasping bags
Til no more
Smiling it seems in pleasant surprise
When in fact I fear I have died
Slam the door
Lock it quick
Make sure there is no trick.

Cut the lights
Curtains drawn
Sit in darken space
Hoping monsters, witches
Will not be back
Nor leave some gruesome trace.
~ Patrice  

Happy Halloween!

© Patrice Clarkson – 2016

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My Thoughts Race

October 23, 2020

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Running First ~ Photo by Patrice

My thoughts race
I pace the floor
Could it be
Could I possibly
Have more?

My heart is open
It feels good fortune’s
Gentle rays
Come flooding in.

My head spins
My ears roar
My thoughts race
As my jaw drops
Beneath my chin
To the floor.
~ Patrice  

© Patrice Clarkson -2016

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I Paint A Face

October 16, 2020

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Face Study ~ Illustration by Patrice

Every morning I paint a face
The one I want to show
Moving thru the day
With beauty and with grace
I apply colours sometimes
In vibrant broad, happy strokes
Other times I can’t help
The lines are blue
They weep, they cry
Hues blended in a colour
That represents the reason why.

 A smile I paint upon that face
Covering the worried lines
The anger
I hope not to find
Each morning I paint colours
To show love, beauty and grace
There on my face
With a special brush that covers all
The tired, frightened lines
I paint
Every morning I paint a face.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2016

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Tenderly

October 9, 2020

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My Mom ~ Photo by Patrice

Tenderly, I think of you
For the world was right
When I could hold you
With no forsaken thoughts
On my mind
As we laughed and talked
And oh so tender
Were those thoughts.

Tenderly, I think of you
You were my world
You gave me life
You showed me how
To navigate throughout
Any cursed strife
To hold on, to believe
For you gave me love
Tenderly.
~ Patrice

© Patrie Clarkson – 2016

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I Saw A Hummingbird Today

September 25, 2020

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Lily a hummingbird ~ Photo by Patrice

I saw a hummingbird today
Still here, hasn’t flown away
Cold nights must take a bite
Still here
Couldn’t believe my eyes
My ears.

A hummingbird flew
To the feeder so low
Thought of emptying
Sure all hummingbirds gone
Then there she was hovering
Sitting, sipping sweet nectar
In the cold rainy air.

Still here, hasn’t started
On her long flight
Sleeping thru, keeping warm
In the cold fall nights
Drinking sweet water
Filling up to embark
On a long, arduous flight.

Maybe today will be the day
She’ll fly away
Still
I saw a hummingbird
A hummingbird flew to the feeder
Today.
~ Patrice   

© Patrice Clarkson – 2016

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I Find My Heart Cold

September 18, 2020

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Wicka ~ Watercolour Painting by Patrice

I find my heart cold
In charge of no life
Making no sound
Finding no life.

Lonely of course
Hardened and cruel
Seeking no justice
A master I’m sure
That is such a fool.

Sudden I hear
A kindness roar
Blood pulsing inside
Like opening a door.

For my heart is alive
Beating with life
Coursing with love
Creating a good life.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2016

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I Am Me

September 4, 2020

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Joanne & Cliff ~ Watercolour by Patrice

I am not a failure 

I am me

I am not a success 

I am me

I am not another 

I am me

I am me. 
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2016

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Beauty Comes

August 28, 2020

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Mom and Twiggy ~ Photo by Patrice

Beauty

Beauty

Beauty

Beauty comes
Showering
Thru my window
Straight into
My waiting heart

No hesitation
Or startled start
Just
Calm enveloping
All that beats

Feeling love
Putting beauty
In
My beating heart.
~ Patrice

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Beauty

Beauty

Beauty

Beauty

Beauty

Beauty

© Patrice Clarkson – 2016

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