Posts Tagged ‘photo by Patrice’

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If I Could Speak And Say To My Younger Self

May 1, 2020

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My Younger Self

If I could speak and say
To my younger self
The things I know today
I wouldn’t listen to myself
Berate and think I’m not worthy
Of love in anyway.

I’d say beauty doesn’t last
It fades away to something beautiful
Just in another way
What’s important now won’t be
In tomorrow’s day, so let it go
Let it fade away.

I’d tell her she’ll grow old
Live and laugh no matter what
Tragedy may come her way
That all she has to do is just love
Love and live each and everyday.

That’s what I would tell my younger self
If I could speak to her in
Yesterday.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2016

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I Wonder What The Bird Will Sing

April 29, 2020

Art Student ~ Photo by Patrice

I wonder what the bird will sing
What beauty it’s song will bring
To a world desperate
For happy, caring feelings.

Will it create a place so safe
Warm and secure
That no longer feelings
Of anger and hate will permeate.

I wonder what that song will be
What melody, I don’t know
But I’ll listen to every note
That bird sings with such beauty.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2020

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Flowing Freely

April 24, 2020

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Water Rushing ~ Photo by Patrice

Flowing freely on the flow
Floating softly across the sky
Walking slowly around the bend
The funny thing is no one
Knows where I’ve been.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2016

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My Hearts A Mess

April 17, 2020

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Running First ~ Photo by Patrice

My hearts a mess
There is no rest
No peace, no quiet.

Racing, racing on
Racing fast
How will I ever last?

When can I see
Peace
Quiet and dignity?

When will I feel
My heart pump
A slow, soft, quiet thump?

Can’t hold on
Can’t see
How I got here, how to leave.

All I see is
My hearts a mess
There is no rest, that’s all, all I see.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2016

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Love Is Never Lost

March 27, 2020

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Last used March 22/16

Love is never lost
Only left behind or put in a place
Where it can’t grow.

Sow love seeds so dear
Nurture, care
Watch love grow.

No needy nor neglect
Let love grow in your heart
Don’t let it be, ever lost.

For this you’ll know
As you watch it grow
Love can never, ever be lost.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2016

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Some Days

March 23, 2020

Ceile's Torn Teddy Bear ~ Photo by Patrice

Some days are not OK days.

Some days
Carry the burden
Of yesterday.

Some days
Your heart weeps
Your lips pale.

Some days
It’s best to think of
Another day.

Some days
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2020

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Holding Still, Holding Fast

March 16, 2020

Holding Still ~ Photo by Patrice

Holding still, holding fast
Waiting, waiting For the terrible, the bad
To pass.

Then the sun will shine, rivers flow
Lives will live, love and give
To all they know.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2020

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In It’s Grip

March 13, 2020

We’re ‘In It’s Grip’ but not the weather. Stay safe and well

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Ice Storm March 24, 2016 ~ Photo by Patrice

In it’s grip
It’s grip so tight
Hearing ice crack
As limbs fight to stay aloft
In the cruel, bleak night
Sparks shoot into the sky
Wires break, electricity dies.

We wait for help, to understand
A world changed, transformed
Across our little plot of land.
No cell phone works
No lights come on
Except from generators
Throttled up, throttled down.

While chainsaws roar cross the land
We do our best
To clean up, to understand.
~Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2016

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The Beginning, The End

March 12, 2020

Little Racing ~ Photo by Patrice

Can’t see the beginning
Nor the end
Looking for the answer
Not knowing the question.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2020

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Sadness Again

February 28, 2020

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Monty ~ Photo by Patrice

Sadness again rears it’s head
As I think of those we’ve lost
Those that are now dead.

Lived lives we did share
Held them close, loved them
But now despair.

Remember

Remember those gone
Not so much with sadness
But rejoicing love forever long.
~ Patrice  

© Patrice Clarkson – 2016

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