by Patrice Clarkson | Aug 12, 2019 | My Musings, Poetry
I don’t want To talk about bad things to come Not about people Who have succumb to treacherous lives No weeping Wailing can disguise. No, I want To talk about how my heart soars My voice roars the beauty of things And the gentle kindness A good heart brings....
by Patrice Clarkson | Jul 14, 2014 | Poetry
I had forgot what a magical place she is Where wolves soar and hens dance jigs Where dogs talk and cats read lips Where dreams are real and sit right beside of you Ah yes, her place is where magical roars It is. It is. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson –...