by Patrice Clarkson | Oct 26, 2015 | Poetry
When the sorcerer comes to town The earth will stop and rotate back around No friendly comment can expose A sneaky agenda found beneath the folds Then and only then will laughter stop a train Heartache be nothing and nothing to blame When the sorcerer comes to town...
by Patrice Clarkson | Oct 20, 2015 | Poetry
Feeling the heartache Feeling it within Gracing landscape paper thin. Teardrops raining across the view Fogging the horizon Can’t see pass, can’t see you. Never know what’s happening Nor feel any gain Crossing my fingers need not explain. But there...
by Patrice Clarkson | Oct 15, 2015 | My Musings, Poetry
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...
by Patrice Clarkson | Oct 14, 2015 | My Musings, Poetry
Succumb to nothingness Drop into the abyss Slender is the chance I will survive all this. Tolerance doesn’t know Where to step in Or even if It still exists. My sadness knows all this Crying out the name The name of one Who can change, change this. ~ Patrice ©...