by Patrice Clarkson | May 30, 2019 | Poetry
Known is not known Known anywhere Bright, airy time goes by Changing, blending caring Not caring whether we know What’s to come Or why things were done It’s unknown that known To come. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson –...
by Patrice Clarkson | Mar 22, 2019 | Look Back Friday, Poetry
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...
by Patrice Clarkson | Mar 30, 2015 | Poetry
Voice speaking, crying out Saying things needed Feeling all alone Desperate to know the answer Seeking to be free Of ties changing, dragging thee. Voice may be loud Sounding almost like a horn Blowing breath, scattering every way Or soft and mellow Holding dreams...