by Patrice Clarkson | Nov 10, 2017 | Look Back Friday, Poetry
by Patrice Clarkson | Aug 24, 2016 | Poetry
When I was lost, nowhere to go She was there This I know. Holding still Sitting quietly next to me Not on a chair But a presence I could feel, I could not see. Quietly she spoke Her hand reaching out Caressing my spirit, my soul This being called Me. She told of...
by Patrice Clarkson | Nov 15, 2013 | Poetry
All three in a row Sitting, resting nowhere to go. Pleasant and mild The height of haute style Sitting, resting Certainly to be there awhile. Ah, doesn’t it make you smile. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson – 2013