The Words

The words sit silent Waiting to take a place On a page, part of a sentence A paragraph Or just fill an empty space. Never know what they are to be Where they’re coming from Placed upon the page Uttered From a pulpit Graced by the shinning sun. No matter, there...

Fingers Move Across The Page

Fingers move across the page Feeling emotions that do rage Calming down anxious stress With each word that is expressed. Yes, fingers make anguish Dissipate As they move across Caressing a waiting page. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson –...
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