by Patrice Clarkson | Sep 4, 2013 | My Musings, Poetry
Sometimes sadness falls So far Desperately need not Feel that scar Sadness Melancholy breeding Gaining ground. Spreading out Seeping deep Within the psychic far Oh so far around. Trembling lips reach out Grabbing, holding on No hollow Shallow victory But a life Maybe...
by Patrice Clarkson | Nov 26, 2012 | Poetry
Snow falls softly down Down on hardened ground Covering lightly Frozen fallen leaves Dropped from lofty trees All bare Just standing there. Snow flakes gently falling Down upon the ground Lightly dusting those That can’t wait to be covered In a light atmosphere...