Slowly, Softly The Fog Dissipates

by | May 28, 2013 | My Musings, Poetry

Slowly, softly the fog dissipates Leaving beneath me A breathtaking land of Oh so much rare beauty. In this grand, lovely land Is a dream where I could exist Bringing to my life a magic I shouldn’t nor can resist. Come join me there In this wonderland I love...

The Drinks Go Down

by | May 27, 2013 | Poetry

The drinks go down In the hummingbird feeder As the sun warms the sky Grass blows on a breeze Destined to bring rain To the evening’s brilliant blue sky. All seems right All seems as it should be No sight of anger Or struggle to combat. Just a spring day Over...

I Read The Old Ones

by | May 24, 2013 | My Musings, Poetry

    I read The old ones And believe They were spun By masters Pass deceased. They can see All spread out Far and wide They can help me Thru and be The master here Within my own Small Little destiny. ~ Patrice    © Patrice Clarkson...

The Smell Of Lilacs Ebbs And Flows

by | May 23, 2013 | My Musings, Poetry

The smell of lilacs ebbs and flows Over my senses Taking me back in time When life was slow And in pastures green Children laughing, playing Running past the stream. Sweet scented lilacs are my time machine. ~ Patrice    © Patrice Clarkson –...

See The Depth There Inside

by | May 22, 2013 | Poetry

  See the depth there inside Where no one can or could ever hide. There inside let me be the one who stands And sees what can be not that what shouldn’t be. See the depths close you eyes Be at peace because here inside you can reside Safe secure til all is...