by Patrice Clarkson | May 9, 2018 | Poetry
I’ll take a stand And hold still No breath will breathe No heart beat Only sounds are my feet Standing still, holding fast Protecting all That must now last. Then the gull cries Mustering forces That heed that shrieking call Not forlorn, not alone I stand,...
by Patrice Clarkson | Jan 24, 2012 | Poetry
There in the past Out beside the pine Stands a lonesome And forlorn task. Not to be ignored Not to be scorned But resolutely accomplished In a manner best suited To the task. That’s all I ask. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson –...