Much Has Been Said

Much has been said and no one is right All must bond, sitting together tonight Saying not a word til dawn’s morning light Then only if heartfelt last night More can be said by not saying a thing A nod, a wave can convey everything. Follow your soul, your heart and...

Around And Around We Go

Around and around we go On the so called life Merry-go-round  we go. Sometimes it slows down Other times it races thru strife Sometimes it dies and all lies still On a merry-go-round  we go. We hold no controls we only hang on And ride the steed we’ve been given...

The Smell Of Lilacs Ebbs And Flows

The smell of lilacs ebbs and flows Over my senses Taking me back in time When life was slow And in pastures green Children laughing, playing Running past the stream. Sweet scented lilacs are my time machine. ~ Patrice    © Patrice Clarkson –...

Why Am I Here?

Why am I here? Questions Questions are all I hear Why? Delve deep inside Your soul modest, gentle And even maybe A little slow. There in peace You survive Enveloped in strength And a moral code You can’t deny. Stand strong Breach the crest Ride the tide No one...