by Patrice Clarkson | Dec 3, 2019 | My Musings, Poetry
Would you be mine til the end of time? Would you hold me close taking no notice of how long a time? Would you love me more than Julius to Cleopatra or just as much if not more? Would the sweet scent of love fill your nostrils evermore? Leaving nothing else to take...
by Patrice Clarkson | Oct 8, 2015 | Poetry
Agonizing, difficult regret Struggling to understand Just what I did to regret For no soft heart opens up Or holds me close Only solitude, loneliness Are at my command. Life of near and far away Feels trodden upon No joy to lift me up No smile that helps me stand Only...