by Patrice Clarkson | Sep 25, 2019 | Poetry
Holy has it Blessed to be In the company of the exalted Those that run the universe The rain, the wind And me. No one says They are lonely Nor do they see reason To be unhappy Or heaven forbid Angry. You will be one Of these persons You will be filled with ecstasy For...
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...