by Patrice Clarkson | Mar 31, 2020 | Poetry
Coffee taste Lingers The aroma whirls Round my senses No Other feeling Neither Happiness Nor Dread Can accommodate Like this In My sleepy Morning head. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson –...
by Patrice Clarkson | May 9, 2014 | My Musings, Poetry
Shingles have taken over my face Pain and tingling, ravage taking place. Pills medicate leaving sleepy Laying down the only peace. Mending now, I’ll take a rest Hoping soon to be in a better place With no shingles on my face. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson –...
by Patrice Clarkson | Jul 4, 2013 | Poetry
Sleepy, lazy day Working towards Accomplishments That’ll change All my days. A smile and some sad The good and the bad It’s all here On a sleepy, lazy My kind of working day. That’s why I say I’m hoping I hear It’s...