by Patrice Clarkson | Nov 13, 2015 | My Musings, Poetry
Winding thru The intertwined Difficult to see the reason Or the sanity. Scary Step one step before the other Thoughts meshed with a coldness A shutter. Question only When I get thru Will I be able to come back To save another? ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson –...
by Patrice Clarkson | Sep 13, 2013 | My Musings, Poetry
Friday the 13th Is fun, nothing bad Just a happening in Dover Where thousands meet To stare at Harleys In the street. No one notices palm trees Embedded in the sand Only the massive rumble roar As another bike rides in. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson –...
by Patrice Clarkson | Jan 2, 2013 | My Musings
Once more I write 2013. Still strange and scary in some way. Gone, lost, done is the 2012 year. Whatever I had wanted to accomplish in that year I did – or – I didn’t. It has ended now and I can’t change one bit of it. Regrets? Yes. Devastating? Most...