by Patrice Clarkson | Mar 13, 2020 | Look Back Friday, My Musings, Poetry
We’re ‘In It’s Grip’ but not the weather. Stay safe and well <3
by Patrice Clarkson | Mar 28, 2016 | My Musings, Poetry
In it’s grip It’s grip so tight Hearing ice crack As limbs fight to stay aloft In the cruel, bleak night Sparks shoot into the sky Wires break, electricity dies. We wait for help, to understand A world changed, transformed Across our little plot of...
by Patrice Clarkson | Nov 26, 2014 | My Musings, Poetry
Wind blowing Hollering Thru the trees Breaking Smashing Everything it sees. Cruel Sparing none Blowing all night Til The morning sun. Devastation Greets the day All hard work All blown away. Nothing left But clean up Arrange And hold back Despair. Know The sun will...
by Patrice Clarkson | Nov 9, 2012 | Affirmations, Poetry
See the mess and learn How to clean it up Do what it takes to make it not Proud and bold step right up To the job of cleaning up. Not your room I think not Most likely just your life Needs cleaning up. Make room for order Get rid of strife Happiness and joy make it...