Patsy Starke

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Stretching and waking,
a new season,
dynamic visions,
a living canvas,
vibrant textures,
vivid colors,
the fragrance of art.

The past a memory,
Nature’s renewal,
recurrence abounds,
much the same,
forever a difference,
in the moment,
after the flowers bloom…

Patsy Starke, 6/4/2022
Another awakening

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Stray dog wandering in the street.
Didn’t know the diffence between,
blacktop and concrete,
danger and safety.

Walking along the edge,
afraid to go on,
no rescue in sight.

Fate comes along,
a heart that is searching.
A two legged friend,
loving a four legged soul.

Patsy Starke, 5/28/2022, For…

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Children,
not the same.
Identities unique,

Not a wish,
nor a dream.
A reality,
out of the womb.

Let them be,
angels of the rainbow,
precious and fragile.

After the rain,
a promise made,
sunlight shining,
through prisms of self.

A prisoner,
in your cage,
just longing to fly,

So…

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What could be said, the day they died?
Innocents, children, teachers, bodies on the floor.
Families died that day,
and what could be said?
The world cried that day,
and what could be said?
Innocents talking about a future.

So much talk, about what is wrong.
Few came together,
and what could…

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I came out from my darkness that day,
Into the sunshine of a renewed life.
Took a deep breath of air that was free.

Green grass in the springtime,
with sweet smell of flowers,
in fields of clover…

Insects pollenating,
sharing their labor,
for a hungry planet.

Suddenly, I knew,
and…

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Sat there all day,
waiting for words of wisdom.
Not even a murmur!

Standing in front of me,
Placed on a pedestal,
but what happened to her?

Somewhere in the distant past,
they knew who she was,
and she welcomed them.

Winds of time,
eroding veracity.
I thought she might say something…

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It was the second day,

of the week after next.

Couldn’t stop thinking ahead.

Why was that day so important today?

And today is so bad.

Maybe things will be better on,

the second day of the week after next.

Patsy Starke 1/2022

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Patsy Starke

Patsy Starke

Registered Nurse, Transgender Woman In a lifelong transition, Parent, Grandparent, Normal every day run of the mill person, realizing my place here.