by Patrice Clarkson | Feb 7, 2020 | Poetry
The caged bird flies Deep into brilliant Blue, blue skies. The caged bird cries Songs of lilting love Her sweet voice sings Of beauty, freedom All things. The caged bird dies In the midst of bars holding Holding her in. No soaring in blue skies Nor lilting love...
by Patrice Clarkson | Sep 23, 2019 | Poetry
Why haven’t I seen Your heart open up Your voice speak Soft, lilting words Why haven’t I known The place where all go To be safe and unhurt Why haven’t I? I don’t know why I haven’t been able To experience all Of these things. I do know...
by Patrice Clarkson | Nov 12, 2013 | My Musings, Poetry
See the words on the page Bring them out from where they lie Sing their lovely, lilting song As you gently nudge to where they belong. See words filled with wondrous thoughts No sadness or hateful things Just beauty radiating, singing Now and into spring. Bring these...
