A eagle sits up in a tree
resting
after fishing salmon
in
our tiny stream.
Majestic and noble
he doesn’t seem to see
the trials, tribulations
I’m burdened with
as I too wander by
that
tiny, fish laden stream.
He brings it all into perspective
he makes me see
life goes on
regardless
of what I want
I need
I perceive.
~ Patrice
Patrice Clarkson – 2021
Remember when
The world was small
Worries, cares were nothing
To speak of at all.
No crashing down
Of a market
Not really existing
Not at all.
No change in time
It just moved forward
Regardless of everything
Anything at all.
No mushroom cloud
No toxic smoke
No weeping, wailing
All lost hope.
Those were to come
But when
The world was small
None of that mattered
Not at all.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Feel the respect of life
all life
hold, cherish
and
spread the love
of those lives
throughout the land.
Each life
is precious
all lives are great
hold yours
in reverence
making sure its the best
all
that you possibly can.
~ Patrice
Holding in reverence those lives given
so that we could live these lives we have
You are great, you are loved
Thank you Veterans
for your service and your sacrifice
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Feeling honoured
and
very strong
Living the best
I can
making believe
nothing’s wrong.
For tomorrow
will be
another day
I’ll live thru it
hugging
all that’s right
leaving behind
all that’s wrong.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
Total failure
Is not an option
I’m taking
Maybe drawbacks
Maybe roadblocks on the path
I’m creating
Still I’ll stay
On my course, my dream
My yearning
And
When I arrive
I’ll realize
That I’ve been here
From
The beginning.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
The snow comes
It does blow
Winter’s breath is cold
Cold
Cold
In the spring
Blizzards are forgotten
With the dawning of warmth
And
The beauty
Growing flowers bring
Melting into summer
Hot, humid
Splashing in warm water
Watching waves wash
To and fro
Fall doesn’t matter
For it seems dying
Is
The main thing
But
Really nothing dies
Only preparing
For a long hibernation
That winter winds
Will
Soon bring.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
Leaves falling
Leaving all the ground
Covered
With
A quiet sound.
Breezes
Stirring leaves
Here and there
Falling from branches
Now left bare.
Thru the winter
All quietens down
Passing storms bring
The only sound
Of
Branches cracking
Blowing down.
In the spring
Life will come
Bright and warm
On
Into summer’s sun.
Til
Full circle in the fall
Once again
We’ll see
Leaves fall.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
Did you see me?
Were you able to tell me
All that needs to be said
All that is held close
No heartache, no dread.
Did you see me?
Did you feel my heart skip a beat
My breath intake
When I looked
Looked at all the beauty.
Did you see me?
Will you help me
Climb into the highest sky
Gliding thru heavy laden clouds
Knowing all will be well
Breathing in, breathing out.
Did you see me?
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2017
Holy Smokes, Holy Cow
The world it turns
It revolves
But
Not around me
No
Not at all.
It may tomorrow
Or
The day after that
And
You know
I’m not sure
Where it turned
Way far back.
The only thing
I do know,
I see
Is that it turns
And
I take the ride
The ride for free.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
Crises come
then
they go
Hold
on tight
Stay
the course
Go
with the flow.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021
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