by Patrice Clarkson | Apr 3, 2017 | Poetry
When I sleep and rest my eyes My mind she thinks Ten thousand things Sometimes waking dragons And awful, horrible, terrible things Or she rests in peace Delving into more magic things Flying high with no restraints Unencumbered by earthful ties She...
by Patrice Clarkson | Nov 17, 2014 | Poetry
Optimistic, let it fly Down the canyon alongside A deep, green sea of beauty Where the world can see Wings holding, lifting me Flying high, flying free. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson – 2014
by Patrice Clarkson | Jun 18, 2014 | My Musings, Poetry
Fireflies sparkle in the sky Flashing bright Then fading, disappearing in a humid night. Fireflies moving in a most erratic way Flying high Sparkling bright in a summer nightime flight. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson –...
by Patrice Clarkson | Aug 6, 2013 | Poetry
Power onload going by Flying high High in the magic surreal blue sky. Don’t wonder why Just wonder what has pass by. While you were fiddling With that decadent Mouldy land-locked piece of shit pie. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson –...