by Patrice Clarkson | Nov 2, 2016 | Poetry
Tortured thoughts Ricochet thru my mind Leaving harrowing things harbouring Crying Those that I don’t like to find. Why have they come? Why won’t they go? I need not believe in their anger Vengeance I need not tow all this piled up This awful collection of...
by Patrice Clarkson | Mar 9, 2015 | My Musings, Poetry
It all looks different But Endlessly the same. Made To have significance Without harbouring Any name. Trouble if you make it Social Just the same. Quandary What and where it lives Inside of me I hear It’s sweet refrain. ~ Patrice...
