by Patrice Clarkson | May 11, 2017 | Poetry
Clouds thunder Making sounds that whack Fearful people shiver Their hearts pierced By a cold, wet spear Dark black clouds blow Souls washed away In a heartless, driving rain. Find shelter, find strength Hold out your hand Feel instead a soft gentle rain No sounds...
by Patrice Clarkson | May 10, 2017 | Poetry
Evening blends, comes alive Making darkness An ever changing tide Moving in, out of places Like water’s course As silence’s breath breathes quietly Watching, waiting for the conclusion Of someone’s destiny. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson –...
by Patrice Clarkson | May 8, 2017 | Poetry
Disaster has struck Things have happened That Just shouldn’t be. There is all sorts of remorse And wanting to deny What Has come to be. Maybe tomorrow will be better But right now That I just can’t see. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson –...
by Patrice Clarkson | May 4, 2017 | Poetry
Unforgiving is the night Waxing in pale moonlight No remorse echoes Thru this night Only lonely wails of moonlight. Sun will come and shine Making night a distant time But til then we’ll exist We will survive Darkness hiding in night’s cold, ebbing tide. ~...