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 | Aug 7, 2013 | My Musings, Poetry
Drip, drop of rain Falling down Rushing thru the drain Life is sometimes like Falling rain A mediocre time turned To all desired, wanted Coming down like rain. Once again Listen To the drip, drop Of quiet summer rain. Feel it’s vibrance change The ordinary To a...
by Patrice Clarkson | Apr 10, 2013 | My Musings, Poetry
Drip, drip of falling rain Settles deep down the drain. Is my life like that rain? Have I flushed myself away? Can I grasp strands of grace, gratitude Interspersed with love Pulling up myself to stay in a world not only to survive But live a life Where I don’t...