The Morning Doesn’t Run Away

by | Oct 9, 2018 | Poetry

The morning doesn’t run away It stands and looks ahead To what will come to be On this now, breaking day. No regrets should start the way no ‘what if’ nor nothing negative Be brought to this new day. Only anticipation, happiness With excitement on...

I Wonder Why The Words Hurt

by | Oct 4, 2018 | My Musings, Poetry

I wonder why the words they say Hurt, cut, fray away. I’m sure that’s not what they intend to say Still, it’s happened, it happened yesterday. Some words were cruel, some just offhand I lay awake all night, trying to understand. ~ Patrice © Patrice...

Thoughts At Morning

by | Oct 3, 2018 | Poetry

Thoughts at morning Bring the night to life Answering questions Dreamed late last night. Maybe tomorrow It will all seem right But for now Answers dance In the morning light. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson –...

Listening To The World Pass By

by | Oct 2, 2018 | Poetry

I sit listening To the world pass by My heart is open I do not cry. Many words are spoken Without a sound Never enough love Is passed around. I will beckon, I will try To get the attention Of the one in charge Of this world I’m listening, pass by. ~ Patrice ©...