by Patrice Clarkson | Aug 8, 2019 | Poetry
Terrible times do happen They wind around time Twisting, turning Making taking a breath Seem like a crime. But they will pass The sun will shine The sky beam a cerulean blue Pouring rain washing away Terrible times residue. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson –...
by Patrice Clarkson | Oct 31, 2013 | My Musings, Poetry
Dark and foreboding The light does not shine Muddy tracks are erased In the water running past. Grasp the heartbeat make it last Not lost in the dismal, tragic past For we are here and must trust It will, forever last. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson –...