by Patrice Clarkson | Feb 13, 2019 | My Musings, Poetry
Nothing to say, not today No one comes, no one says Anything relevant or astute But then I look outside and see The world in all it’s beauty Snow drifting by Trees standing proud Birds flying round That’s when I realize There’s nothing more to say...
by Patrice Clarkson | Feb 8, 2016 | Poetry
Not knowing what will occur Or sure what’s been done Then Slowly I realize I belong To the world’s outcome. I see the happy and good in all this Despair Giving joy for now I know Going back or staying I just can’t be there. Feeling excitement...