by Patrice Clarkson | May 16, 2019 | My Musings, Poetry
I go to write Listening for the words to form Pictured in my mind they come They take their form On the page they rest Now said, now wrote. I thank the presence That brought them to my mind Formed the thoughts to convey And then Without another word Quietly slipped...
by Patrice Clarkson | May 15, 2019 | My Musings, Poetry
The day before Something. Not sure what that is But I know, know it’s Something. I’ll go thru my life Living it to the highest heights It’ll be Something. Then afterwards When all is said and done I’ll sit back and say That was Something. ~...
by Patrice Clarkson | May 14, 2019 | My Musings, Poetry
Will shorts ever be an option? Cold winds blow frozen Ice it seems encloses No bright, growing spring No warm summer sun. Harsh, angry weather Keeping winter coats on In what was suppose to be spring. No respite Birds shivering Tulips freezing Babies crying No, Shorts...
by Patrice Clarkson | May 13, 2019 | Poetry
Feeling anger with no remorse Feel like I’m stepping on A unproductive, negative course. It’s not like I will abide In this state But for now, I’ll let it ride. Feel like no one knows Nor do they care The hurt they give It seems unfair. Yes,...