by Patrice Clarkson | Apr 7, 2017 | Poetry
It’s cold, it blows It doesn’t seem to want To go away. It strikes my heart Piercing all that’s warm Freezing it today. No pleading, crying Can make it melt Becoming rain on a sunny day. No, it’s cold It blows all thoughts Of lovely spring...
by Patrice Clarkson | Apr 6, 2017 | Poetry
Cold, dark with swampy damp Crusty mould moves over sodden land No one speaks nor do they roar Injustice reigns Gentle loving is no more. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson – 2017
by Patrice Clarkson | Mar 27, 2017 | Poetry
Actually Can’t hear The wind call. Actually Can’t tell if I’ve woke or fell. Actually Hiding inside of myself Waiting for something Something. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson –...
by Patrice Clarkson | Mar 22, 2017 | My Musings, Poetry
Wouldn’t it be nice If the world laughed No one cried and in the sea No fish, no lives No one No one died. Wouldn’t it be nice If the world turned Looking at itself Making no excuses, no lies Just told the truth With open-hearted sighs. Wouldn’t it...