by Patrice Clarkson | Jul 23, 2015 | My Musings, Poetry
Sitting here thinking Thinking of things. Not much happening The morning is pleasant As clouds drift across blue sky And I hear birds sing. Problems may be many But this morning I fear not a thing. I’m just sitting here thinking Thinking of things. ~ Patrice ©...
by Patrice Clarkson | Jul 21, 2015 | Poetry
Brilliant disguise Right in front of my eyes No fancy dress, no holding up A tent of darkness . Just standing there Looking like a warm, courteous thing Smile inviting Beckoning in. Trusting, I begin to move forward To be enveloped in That disguise That brilliant...
by Patrice Clarkson | Jul 20, 2015 | Poetry
I love the ticking of the tock No hesitation No what not Tick, Tock Tick, Tock All the time Making hours from seconds One at a time Tick, Tock Tick, Tock I love the ticking I love the tock Keeping time, no matter what Tick, Tock Tick, Tock ~ Patrice © Patrice...
by Patrice Clarkson | Jul 20, 2015 | Poetry
I love the ticking of the tock No hesitation No what not Tick, Tock Tick, Tock All the time Making hours from seconds One at a time Tick, Tock Tick, Tock I love the ticking I love the tock Keeping time, no matter what Tick, Tock Tick, Tock ~ Patrice © Patrice...