by Patrice Clarkson | May 14, 2019 | My Musings, Poetry
Will shorts ever be an option? Cold winds blow frozen Ice it seems encloses No bright, growing spring No warm summer sun. Harsh, angry weather Keeping winter coats on In what was suppose to be spring. No respite Birds shivering Tulips freezing Babies crying No, Shorts...
by Patrice Clarkson | May 13, 2019 | Poetry
Feeling anger with no remorse Feel like I’m stepping on A unproductive, negative course. It’s not like I will abide In this state But for now, I’ll let it ride. Feel like no one knows Nor do they care The hurt they give It seems unfair. Yes,...
by Patrice Clarkson | May 8, 2019 | Poetry
I haven’t stopped to understand Haven’t known which way Is at my command All seems so hard To comprehend, to understand. Please let me know The knowledge needed The way be seen For without this where will I be Except the same place I’ve always been....
by Patrice Clarkson | May 6, 2019 | My Musings, Poetry
A deer came by my window She stopped. looked me in the eye She flicked her tail, twitched her ear As she listened for danger near by Then on down the path she went No longer seen by me Disappearing into the woods On this bright beautiful, sunny day. A few minutes...
by Patrice Clarkson | May 2, 2019 | Affirmations, Poetry
For all I know It could be not a thing In a abyss of something. For all I know I’m not here. For all I know This is a dream I’ve dreamt before. But who keeps score No one For all I know. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson –...