by Patrice Clarkson | May 14, 2013 | Poetry
The light is slowly lifting up The obscurity that hides my soul Touching, warming a heart Immeshed in woeful sorrow. Drying tears sadly falling Cascading to the ground While trembling lips remember Days when sadness was The sound. But light does lift up To a higher...
by Patrice Clarkson | Nov 30, 2011 | Poetry
Snow comes down Gently falling, falling down Coating, covering all that’s brown Falling gently, falling Falling to the ground. Soft and gentle falling, Landing on bright whiskered fur Briefly there to stay Til ladened branch whisks away Down upon dark brown...
by Patrice Clarkson | Nov 1, 2011 | Poetry
Sprinkle down the precipitous Falling down the cliff Catch a hold of the abyss See what falling stories hold. Mighty energetic Free fall form to keep Grasp a hold of solid ground See what does unfold Here in the deep. ~ Patrice...