by Patrice Clarkson | Mar 15, 2013 | Poetry
Winter’s cold can be a blight Forcing sensitive to be uptight Shivering, shaking lost control Looking for a soft, warm cozy hole. Howling wind does not let up Whipping tender Devouring them up. Sun is bright but freezing cold Touching frost With icicles dripping...
by Patrice Clarkson | Jan 31, 2013 | Poetry
Feeling sick today And It just won’t go away. No bright sunshine No howling wind Can ease this feeling Deep within. Take it away Pick it up Put it somewhere I won’t feel it Anymore today. Ringing, weakness Sickness too Go away I don’t want you. ~...