by Patrice Clarkson | Sep 14, 2016 | Poetry
Another world drifting by Deep, high in the sky No words said, no lies or cries Life lived in another way A world that gives but never stays. This world’s sky is lit By that that seems round Hardened softness no one knows Nor hears a sound. Another world far...
by Patrice Clarkson | Sep 12, 2016 | Poetry
Autumn’s come Darkness reigns, life dying As cold seeps in and leaves fall Like a uncontrolled train. Birds are flocking, salmon, trout Fighting their way up rivers Not seen since tiny river trout. Young are grown Grooming a thick winter coat Bears sleepy fat,...
by Patrice Clarkson | Sep 9, 2016 | Look Back Friday, My Musings, Poetry
by Patrice Clarkson | Sep 7, 2016 | My Musings, Poetry
A delicate flower blooms Quietly Seeking no fame or to be Deemed part of majesty. She only wants to live And give delicately to others Who seek her out To fulfill their own dreams. She holds them close Giving everything They in return Help her bear fruit While breeze...
by Patrice Clarkson | Sep 6, 2016 | My Musings, Poetry
A bluejay came looking For a feeder today Checking Seeing whether one Was on display Silent and quiet Not a word did he say Just looking Looking To see if a feeder was up Fast food for the winter He was looking Looking Checking today. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson...