by Patrice Clarkson | Mar 31, 2020 | Poetry
Coffee taste Lingers The aroma whirls Round my senses No Other feeling Neither Happiness Nor Dread Can accommodate Like this In My sleepy Morning head. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson –...
by Patrice Clarkson | May 6, 2015 | Poetry
Never saw it coming Didn’t know it would Now have to accommodate With everything I should. Never chose the situation Didn’t know I could But will immerse myself Make it all that I should. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson –...