by Patrice Clarkson | Dec 6, 2018 | My Musings, Poetry
How do I know Where I’ve been Where I come from How did I do the things I’ve done? Where will I go When I’m finished I’ve completed all All that I’ve come here To get done? Secrets to answer Questions to ask I’m sure I’ll...
by Patrice Clarkson | Dec 5, 2018 | My Musings, Poetry
The hall is narrow The ceiling falling down My way to the living room Can’t be found. A method of cooking fills Mouldy kitchen air Where cabinets hang Feeling no loving care. Nothing to clean away Night terrors experienced In a cluttered bedroom Where sleep is...
by Patrice Clarkson | Dec 3, 2018 | My Musings, Poetry
Snow flies And we answer Why? Why? Blizzards blow fierce white Changing darkness Into a brilliant seeing night. Cold with icicles Dripping down Covering a frigid, frozen ground. Rivers run underneath A covering of ice and snow Sometimes more than a foot deep. We live...