by Patrice Clarkson | Jun 25, 2019 | My Musings, Poetry
A wall of many trees stand Stand in front of me There may be a way Around Squeezing thru, in-between. Many trees stand Protecting me From what dwells beyond Unforeseen. Canopy overtop, shading Letting only a few rays Of burning sun thru To drop. Taking the impact Of a...
by Patrice Clarkson | Jun 19, 2019 | Poetry
I want to run the hills once again Feel the warm breath of the sun on my face The cool breeze on my skin. I want to run the hills, the hills Once again. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson – 2019
by Patrice Clarkson | Jun 18, 2019 | Poetry
Conspiracy comes and flows Taking breath Out of control No one knows who to trust Where safe lives Or Whether the world As we know it Will turn to dust. Conspiracy shows She has no mercy Reigning ruthlessly Laughing at despair Smirking At courtesy. Conspiracy destroys...
by Patrice Clarkson | Jun 14, 2019 | Look Back Friday, My Musings, Poetry