by Patrice Clarkson | Apr 10, 2014 | My Musings, Poetry
It fell from the sky Crashed to the earth A spaceship from somewhere Maybe the past Resting now In a soft bank of snow. Who knows who they are? Where they’ve been And where they’re yet to go Now impaled Stuck in the snow. Will they go in reverse...
by Patrice Clarkson | Sep 24, 2011 | Poetry
Listen to the misty river rain Drip, drip Running thru the eavestrough Down the spout to the drain Misty, misty raindrops Listen to the misty river rain. Full of life Full of promise Misty, misty raindrops Listen to the misty river rain. Splatter on the sidewalk Run...