Posts Tagged ‘Patrice Clarkson’

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In The Dusky River Silence Flows

January 31, 2020

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Crossing at Nanticoke Creek ~ Photo by Patrice

In the dusky river silence flows
Flowers shimmer along the shoals
No one knows which way it goes
Only those that climb upon the shore
Reach for heaven and nothing more.

The deer, the doe drink their fill
Watching always for threats and still
They move with poise
Knowing others come, living life
Wherever the dusky, silent river flows.
~ Patrice  

© Patrice Clarkson – 2016

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Hold Your Horses

January 30, 2020

Rocking Horse ~ Photo by Patrice

Hold your horses
Be at peace
Let the world pass by
One hour at a time
No rush
No strong words
Do you speak.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2020

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Memories Last

January 29, 2020

Sunning Spike ~ Watercolour by Patrice

Memories last
to give us space to remember
those gone from this place.

Holding close, holding long
remembering all the snuggles, caresses
Thru the night so long.

Heartache cries missing those loved
now my heart’s alone
a empty place.

I can’t, won’t forget
your loving soul’s a memory
all that I have left.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2020

❤️ Rest in peace sweet Jake ❤️

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I Won’t Say Those Words

January 28, 2020

Costa Rican View ~ Photo by Patrice

I won’t say those words
That may save the day
Not because I don’t want to
No
Because I don’t need to
For salvation is on its way.

It’ll be here,
Sometime
Sometime today.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2020

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The World Spins

January 27, 2020

Black Swan ~ Photo by Patrice

The world spins
revolves around
taking lives on a journey
the world beyond.

Grass grows, birds fly
rain drops
and sometimes
lovers must say goodbye.

The world is ours
We make it what we can
happy or sad, we live our lives
as the world revolves round
once again.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2020

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Why?

January 24, 2020

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Deer in snow ~ Photo by Patrice

Why have I been brought to this spot?
Why do I live and exist while others have not?

Where will I go?

Who will I see?

Just what will become of me?

The answers not told at least not to me
But then if I knew

What would I do?

With that which is laid out for me?
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2016

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Lost

January 23, 2020

Costa Rica Beach Contemplation ~ Photo by Patrice

Forbidden virtues
Hidden, lost
Make my life
Chaos
No reprimand
No solicitous time
Just lost
Lost.

Maybe tomorrow
The sun will shine
Maybe then I’ll see
The light
The reason so sublime
All will be ok
Right
In my not tortured mind.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2020

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Holy Are The Thoughts

January 22, 2020

Costa Rica Hibiscus ~ Photo by Patrice

Holy are The thoughts
that pass my mind
of the wonders before me
in the woods, the trees
nature, so sublime.

Don’t let me forget
these thoughts over time
let me hold them
here in my heart
til the end, end of time.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2020

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Hearing The Words Spoken

January 21, 2020

Ojochal Sunset ~ Photo by Patrice

Hearing the words spoken
In love and respect
Makes my heart leap and regret
All the things that I’ve said.

Not believing the actions
The smiles
The love I did get.

Now
I know there was nothing pretend
All was truthful, out in the open
Love with no end.

I will embrace all that I have
Give back, be happy
Never again be sad.

For this that you’ve given me
I will embrace, love you forever
Knowing
It’s our chosen place.
~ Patrice Clarkson

© Patrice Clarkson – 2020

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Never, Nothing To Regret

January 3, 2020

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Border Terriers ~ Illustration by Patrice

Never, nothing to regret
Got only that which
I need to get
A heart cold, burdened down
Opens up and warms
With kindness shown around.

Never, nothing to regret
The world will come
Bringing all I can reach
And need to get
Sharing too
With those less fortunate.

A smile does it all
Believe
With never, nothing to regret
You’ll receive all you want
And need to get.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2016

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