by Patrice Clarkson | Mar 12, 2014 | My Musings, Poetry
Snow blows a crisp cold white Deafening on this spring morning night Flying by with a unrepentive no melting cry Once again covering all going deep down inside. Some will die in this cold white mess As snow hungers to hold a grip Til no life stirs beneath its icy...
by Patrice Clarkson | 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...