by Patrice Clarkson | Sep 28, 2017 | Poetry
In the forest I found A house, a home So profound. No windows to shed light But a cozy home, a place for respite Adorned with flowers pink and white A bell to toll when someone Strange comes lurking Late at night. A front door I can’t find Yet welcome are all...
by Patrice Clarkson | Sep 14, 2016 | Poetry
Another world drifting by Deep, high in the sky No words said, no lies or cries Life lived in another way A world that gives but never stays. This world’s sky is lit By that that seems round Hardened softness no one knows Nor hears a sound. Another world far...