by Patrice Clarkson | Aug 17, 2011 | Poetry
Light and airy is the life That comes and goes Between the strife. Snugly warm, cozy near Bringing dreams To fruition clear. Make it mine, make it dear This life I’ve embraced With mounting fear. Not knowing truly if I do believe in a life of joy Where I can...
by Patrice Clarkson | Jan 24, 2011 | Look Back Friday, Poetry
Freezing is freezing And then there is freezing. Not much else can be said Other than it’s freezing. I mean it’s freezing and freezing. Keep yourself toasty, snugly warm Never think freezing, only warm, warm warm. Because it’s freezing I mean...