by Patrice Clarkson | Nov 12, 2014 | My Musings, Poetry
Subtly is no form of action to take When understanding pleasures needed To make a heart full of happiness Once mired down in toxins, felt like no escape In a future yet to happen That which, that which I make. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson –...
by Patrice Clarkson | Jun 25, 2012 | Poetry
A photo album Large and small Depicts the life We’ve had so far. Not the heartache Nor the scorn Just the pleasures To be adorned. No master plan Is in the works Just something sweet All fancied up. A token of a lovely time When the...