Posts Tagged ‘Patrice’

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Where Will It End

November 28, 2016

Water's Night Sky ~ Photo by Patrice

Where will it end? Where did it begin?

Answer not there
Nor has it been
Obvious to us watching
Listening in.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2016

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The Parcel Is Wrapped And Ready To Go

November 25, 2016

Patrice's avatarPatrice’s Art & Poetry Blog

The parcel is wrapped and ready to go
To someone deserving this I know
But please let them see
Love wrapped happily and ready to go
To someone who’ll cherish it
And then let it go.

Don’t worry if it’s proper
Don’t worry if it’s right
Just send it off wrapped
Full of love
Tied lovingly tight.

Don’t wait for an answer
Nor expect one soon
Your love is the answer
Yours or someone who opens the parcel
All wrapped and ready to go
On to the world there to bestow
True love forever
Wherever it goes.

So just wrap a parcel
Fill it with love
Give it to someone
In need of a hug.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2012

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Keep Me Close

November 24, 2016

Brandy & Charles ~ Watercolour Art by Patrice

Keep me close
Keep me quiet
Silent sounds
Roar
Without saying
Anything profound.

Joyous words
Cannot speak
Heartache thumps
Echoing thoughts
Not uttered
Not to keep.

Surround me now
With love and joy
Embrace
My head, my heart
Let me go
To those that love.

Stay in touch
With loving souls
Sleeping in a bed
So soft
Never hearing another
Horrid thought.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2016

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The Reason Why

November 23, 2016

Western Winter Scene  ~ Art by Patrice

Checking out the reason
Knowing the answer why
Crying for the blessed
Never understanding
Or asking why.

Don’t call the known
Nor respond to the one
That wishes only to die
Just moving forward
Hoping that right
Is the only reason why.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2016

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We All Sit Here

November 22, 2016

Finches at Feeder ~ Photo by Patrice

We all sit here
Giving not a thought of summer’s hot
Seeds drop here and there
We flutter about with what seems
Not a care
Blissful in winter’s coat
We peck and munch
No time to crack a silly joke.

Santa’s’ coming soon
We hear
But to him we don’t give a care
For we see him
Flying in
Bringing packages
None which
Are for me, you, I or him,

We just sit here
Eating seeds
Life’s good it appears
It seems.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2016

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Knowing Who I Am

November 21, 2016

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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I Dreamed Last Night

November 18, 2016

Patrice's avatarPatrice’s Art & Poetry Blog

I dreamed last night
And
I don’t know why.

I dreamed last night
Of a time gone by
Of power and might
And travel
At the speed of light.

I dreamed last night
The world is old
We have been here
For years untold.

I dreamed last night
Of losing power and might
Living
In bewilderment and strife.

I dreamed last night
From elsewhere we came
On a flash of light
Brightening the sky
Lighting the night.

This I dreamed last night.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2012

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I May Not

November 17, 2016

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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Asking Why

November 16, 2016

Longhaired Kitty ~ Watercolour Painting by Patrice

Always asking why
Not knowing
Why I ask
Or just what
The reason is.

Looking round
I see
So much to be
Thankful for
For me.

Can’t understand
Why
Why I’m always
Wondering
Asking why.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2016

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When Everything Is Obscure

November 14, 2016

Soulful Tree at Eugina Falls ~ Photo by Patrice

 

 

 

 

When everything is obscure
Upside down
In the loo
How can I think
Pleasant thoughts
Laugh or cry with hilarity?

Nope
Not happening

Crushed, lonely
I trudge ahead
Feeling chains
Of impending dread
A smile cannot cross
My doomed face
All joy is gone
It’s been erased.

Why I live
Why I die
An answer comes
Slowly
As I cry.
~ Patrice

 

 

© Patrice Clarkson – 2016