by Patrice Clarkson | Aug 12, 2019 | My Musings, Poetry
I don’t want To talk about bad things to come Not about people Who have succumb to treacherous lives No weeping Wailing can disguise. No, I want To talk about how my heart soars My voice roars the beauty of things And the gentle kindness A good heart brings....
by Patrice Clarkson | Feb 5, 2018 | My Musings, Poetry
When I think of what has come What has gone My heart breaks from holding on To a life that has already gone A life that now has succumb to being Just a shell of that that’s been No more laughter No joyous lightly radiating beam. Sit in silence quietly Wait for...