by Patrice Clarkson | Mar 9, 2020 | Poetry
Morning rain falls Resting in puddles All along the path As rainbows glisten in drops Radiated by a rising sun. No ones whistles For the sound would break The quiet of raindrops falling Moist, life giving drops Soaking into earth parched From a now brighting sun. By...
by Patrice Clarkson | Oct 8, 2014 | My Musings, Poetry
Rancour hiding deep inside Struggling, struggling to let it out Outside away from me And my distance memory. Laughter’s good coming up Throwing out all it can Including rancour hiding There inside. Rejoice because rancour deep inside Replaced by laughter’s...