by Patrice Clarkson | Jul 31, 2019 | Poetry
Crises come Monopolizing the mind The spirit Everything in the universe Anything Not tied down tight. What has happened? Why? No answers come Questions only They hang in the frigid, cold Unforgiving sky. Do your best Do what’s correct What’s right Maybe...
by Patrice Clarkson | Dec 3, 2018 | My Musings, Poetry
Snow flies And we answer Why? Why? Blizzards blow fierce white Changing darkness Into a brilliant seeing night. Cold with icicles Dripping down Covering a frigid, frozen ground. Rivers run underneath A covering of ice and snow Sometimes more than a foot deep. We live...
by Patrice Clarkson | Dec 12, 2017 | My Musings, Poetry
Melancholy feelings Sorry heart Trudging through the snow Feeling It’s cold, cold heart. Icicles dangling, dripping To sadden, frozen ground No where to go Misery Sadness all around. Then the sun shines Spreading, singing like a lark Warming all the world...
by Patrice Clarkson | Feb 3, 2014 | My Musings, Poetry
Lost in thoughts of blooms in spring Wishing, hoping soon will be spring Not sad to let winter go So glad to be getting pass the cold. The blooms in spring are what I’m waiting, wishing for While here, in the depths Of frigid, winter cold and snow. ~ Patrice...
