Posts Tagged ‘Patrice Clarkson’

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When I Feel The Tenderness

September 10, 2021

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Mom and Twiggy ~ Photo by Patrice

When I feel
The tenderness
The soft calling
From my heart
Let me begin to process
All these things
I feel
In my head
In my heart.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2017

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Somewhere Hidden

September 9, 2021
Somewhere Hidden ~ Photo by Brent

Somewhere hidden 
In the depths of life 
Lives
A journey beyond belief 
Filled
With delight. 

Dive deep within 
Feel
That life 
Make it yours 
No regrets, doubts
Nor respite. 
~ Patrice  

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021

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Quiet

September 7, 2021
Quiet  ~ Photo by Patrice

Living in the
Quiet 
Listening to the solitude 
Feeling all emotions 
Surface. 

Maybe tomorrow will be
Riotous 
But for now living today
Where all is
Quiet. 
~ Patrice  

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021

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A House, A Home

September 3, 2021

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Elaborate Birdhouse ~ Photo by Patrice

In the forest I found
A house, a home
So profound.

No windows to shed light
But a cozy home, a place for respite
Adorned with flowers pink and white
A bell to toll when someone
Strange comes lurking
Late at night.

A front door I can’t find
Yet welcome are all
Who poke their head inside.

May you see this house
So profound
May you enjoy all it has to give
There in the forest
This house, this home
That I found.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2017

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Totally In The Dark

September 2, 2021
Totally In The Dark ~ Photo by Patrice

Totally in the dark 
Absolutely unable to see 

Whether the world will 
Come and hold me 
Keep me safe 
Or
Throw me to the wolves 
Surrounding me 

Could it be 
The wolves will be 
My saviour 
Surrounding, protecting me 

Totally in the dark 
Absolutely unable to see. 
~ Patrice  

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021

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Why Have I

August 19, 2021
Why Haven't I ~ Photo by Brent

Why Have I
Listened to the wind
Blowing in my ear? 

Why have I
Tried to give back the gentleness
Life has served? 

Why have I
Cried when a sad song
Comes on? 

Why have I 
Not always felt 
That I belonged? 

The answers to these questions 
I don’t know nor can I tell 
For they’re written on a slate
Hidden deep and very well. 
~ Patrice  

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021

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The World Whirls

August 18, 2021
The World Whirls ~ Photo by Patrice

The world whirls

Flies by 

Grab a hold

Hang on 

It’s going to be a wild ride. 
~ Patrice  

Patrice Clarkson – 2021

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Hectic

August 17, 2021
Hectic ~ Photo by Patrice

When things become
Hectic 
And out of place 
Step back, deep breath in 
Move slowly
At a snail’s pace. 

The welcoming of plenty 
The loss of all things 
filled with empty 
Can sometimes overwhelm you 
Leaving only a place crazily  
Hectic. 
~ Patrice  

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021

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The Morning Sun Brightens The Day

August 16, 2021
The morning sun 
brightens the day ~ Photo by Patrice

The morning sun
Brightens the day 
Morning mists slowly
Fade away 
As robins chirp
Hunting worms all day 
To feed young that will soon
Fly away 
To a land far south 
Where they’ll play 
While the morning sun
Brightens the day. 
~ Patrice  

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021

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The World Has Come

August 13, 2021

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Wildflowers and Grasses - Photo by Patrice

The world has come
And
In the process of go
Where
I don’t know

Purple Wildflower - Photo by Patrice

I’ll follow along
And
Hang on tight
For I’ve nowhere else
To go
Not tonight.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2017

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