by Patrice Clarkson | Dec 2, 2015 | Poetry
The never never comes Or consoles lost ones, lost souls Searching in the mist, the dark For what has happened What has cost What’s been lost. The never never helps The world resolve Earth shattering episodes None that I recall Only moving forward, heart in hand...
by Patrice Clarkson | Oct 17, 2013 | My Musings, Poetry
Pachyderms heading south Heading out In a truck equipped No doubt With everything needed To trek down south. Bon Voyage! Heading out Not having to walk Way down south to A sanctuary Heaven on earth I have No doubt. Too cold here Should wear mittens On your snout...
