by Patrice Clarkson | Jul 9, 2018 | My Musings, Poetry
At times there are things You want to say But the words won’t come They are vacant far, far away. How to bring them To your lips How to express feelings Deep, deep in your stomach pit. In your stomach They seem to hide Fermenting, fermenting sick There they seem...
by Patrice Clarkson | Jun 15, 2016 | My Musings, Poetry
Vacant thought Vacant lot in life Not necessarily made totally right By coming of night Nor glorious morning light. Sometimes best To let the mind be at peace To rest, vacant of any racing kind Only tranquility residing In a quiet mind, Vacant Of all troubling...