by Patrice Clarkson | Mar 9, 2016 | My Musings, Poetry
Nothing Works as well As getting it done. Nothing Holds as still As work undone. No one knows the reason Why the hour has begun Only that as usual Nothings Getting done. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson –...
by Patrice Clarkson | Mar 8, 2016 | My Musings, Poetry
Did you ever wonder why We did the things we thought The things we did? No one else could tell How it would go It would smell No one said or did they yell. Then its over, we could tell No morse code No Hail Mary Or playing William Tell. All’s gone, all...
by Patrice Clarkson | Mar 7, 2016 | Poetry
Feel the radiance of life Feel it in your heart Your head, especially your life Let it glow with happiness A smile spreading across the day tomorrow flowing In what will be yesterday Hold it all so close Inhale the enticing smell Breathing sweet air As you feel...
by Patrice Clarkson | Mar 3, 2016 | Poetry
Snow falls Covers all Falling Falling Drifting to the ground. Piled high Almost to the sky Snow blows Blows Blows all around. Critters dive Into banks of white Some to hide Others to Eat Eat a hidden feast. On a ground covered There is no sound As snow falls...